On Zero

Thereís fear on the wind tonight
Itís a feeling that fires the will to survive
Who will I be tonight
The answer is coming on zero

I listened to my father
I sat beside the throne
No matter what befalls us
We must protect our own
Now you may hear the women crying
Out on the killing fields
Stand fast, embrace your brothers
You time may be near 

Out there inside the trenches
The cold can grip your heart
Waiting those final minutes
The countdown soon to start
I believe Iím a man of conscience
And I will reap what I have sewn
Before god, no oneís beside us
We stand alone

One soldier fights for freedom
Another for his land
Each prays that godís beside him
In this, his final stand

Written by Paul Bromwell
Copyright © 2004 Emily's Music