I was barely ten years old Taken from my bed in the dark and the cold From the other room I heard my mother scream I wasn’t quite sure if it was real or a dream They said “listen boy you’re a soldier now” Like it or not this is how it’s going to be It’s hard to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul Months went by in the desert sea Where holy men were training me Pushed like a pawn in some great plan I soon found myself in a foreign land They said “Blend in well, you’re a sleeper now. You’ll be contacted soon with the why and how”. I want to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul I think about my family every day The look on their faces as I was dragged away I was an unwilling volunteer Never told why they sent me here I need to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul