Songtext Baby, i'm a soldier Kareem Salama

Baby, i'm a soldier

He was a soldier who'd only been married 2 or 3 years ago

And he put his hands on her knees that night and he said "I gotta go"

She said "Why would you leave this home and me? I thought I was your baby girl"

And he wiped away the tears from her eyes and said "They're sending me to save the world.

And you know I love and I pray to God that He'll join us once again

But now it's time for the simple man to be one of the few good men

'Cause Baby, I'm a soldier, and I hear those trumpets calling again

And our kings and queens are saying this is a fight we must win

For truth and justice, and for the way we live our life

And Baby, I'm a soldier. In front of God, I swore I would, I would fight"

Across the ocean and miles away, there stood another man

Eighteen years, huggin' his mama, sayin' "I'll defend this land"

Mama held her baby and cried and clutched him, tellin' him not to leave

She said "What will I do without my baby boy? Son, I'm beggin' you, please"

He said "I love you, Mama, but duty calls. I'll write you everyday"

She said "I lost your daddy like this, and I don't wanna lose you this way"

"'Cause Mama, I'm a soldier, and I hear those trumpets calling again

And our kings and queens are saying this is a fight we must win

For truth and justice, and for the way we live our life

And Mama, I'm a soldier. In front of God, I swore I would, I would fight"

Well, the battle raged, and shots rang out, and the two men fell to the ground

And they look into the eyes of each other, and were shocked at what they found

One man saw the mother of the other in that young man's eyes

And the other man saw the crying and screams of the other man's beloved wife

And the two men stared across that smoky field and whispered to each other

"Maybe you weren't the demon they said. Maybe you were really my brother

But I'm glad we're passing because I don't think that I could forgive myself

For fighting you, but maybe God will, and we can leave together in bliss

'Cause ladies, we were soldiers, and we heard those trumpets calling again

And tell the kings and queens that sometimes there are fights no one wins

But we know for sure that there's evil out there we must fight

But please be sure that this is one of those times

And please be sure to remember my mama and wife

And please be sure to think of my brother on the other side"