I stood for what I was taught to believe
I fell for what I was taught to believe
I believed what I was taught to believe
Till I found truth of my own
Delved in to another time zone
My own beliefs my own teachings
My own reaching my own preaching
My own flaming tongue of fire
My own tree of many branches
My falling leaves my summer breeze
My sun, stars, moon and rain
My ZEN my Buddha my Jesus my peace
my power within
Found myself to be a true friend
My days my nights
My troubles my bouts my fights
Battles of no flesh, bone and blood
A warrior of no retreat
A nation of winners no defeat
Armed on hot desert sand
A bloody sword in my hand
Marching peacefully off to war
un afraid to fall in the mud
I hold my banner high stained with blood
I am warrior I cry for euphoria
Victorious under the watchful eye of his glorious