I was born into trouble son Trouble is the game we play Suddenly pounding at the back of my head And I finally found a way Black feet proven on their endless roam Howling on the chosen way I've been crawling on For a destined life And finally you want to say Oh... I am getting closer to the end I hold on to the back of my gun Waiting for the chosen day Forward we march - until we meet again A different life all the same I try to run to you And still walk away I have come to follow you As I try to follow You turn away What do you do when war comes back for you?