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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Soldier
2002
When night whispers call, echo my name
When bombs drown laughter with fear, the soldier stays the same
When memory fails me, altered by shame
He creeps in like a mystery and carries me away
Isn’t it true soldier of mine, its always be you
Leading me back where I belong
It’s this that I know now
Love of my life, knight of my day
Soldier at arms keeping my demons away
Peacekeeper of dreams, my slayer of lies
Ooo, soldier of mine
I don’t belong here, but Im so drawn and pulled down by grace
But in the moment that doubt appeared, the soldier had a face
Torn between daylight by what’s right and what could be
At least I know he’s there if only in my dreams
Isn’t it true soldier of mine, its always been you
Leading me back where I belong
It’s this that I know now
Love of my life, knight of my day
Soldier at arms keeping my demons away
Peacekeeper of dreams, my slayer of lies
Ooo, soldier of mine
What I have become, what I’ve yet to be
Living in my dreams, haunting
If I could just wake up, if you were only real
It’s these moments that I steal to feel you in me
Isn’t it true soldier of mine, its always be you
Leading me home where I belong
It’s this that I know now
Love of my life, knight of my day
Soldier at arms keeping my demons away
Peacekeeper of dreams, my slayer of lies
Ooo, soldier of mine
Dreams are a powerful thing. I have always had very vivid dreams ... colors, sounds, smells, and emotions have always been very pronounced. I can almost always wake up and remember my dreams in detail. Sometimes the emotions in my dreams stay with me throughout the following day, or over several days if the dream made a stong impression. There are certain topics I dream about often ... being in a plane crash, going back home with the sense I have forgotten something, war / Holocaust, tornadoes, and this one particular soldier. He usually enters my dreams unannounced and he never really has a face. I mean, he HAS a face, just not one that ever shows up clear enough to place. This song is about that mysterious soldier who randomally appears in my dreams.
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