Birdsong

Because he is frightened, because he is scared

Doesn’t believe in anything, needs something to sustain him
Tries to believe that his own survival is something worth fighting for

Something to die for you might say, something to pray for every day
Someone to live for back at home, someone to love for to call your own
There is no purpose or certainty, these times of chaos and anarchy

Doesn’t remember anything, needs someone to remind him
About living a life in peace time, will it ever, ever happen again?