A young lady leaves her mother,
with no one to love her, to protect from the world.
And I have seen the monsters,
that will haunt her, that'll tear her all apart.
And on her gravestone,
we will remember, just where we were when we knew she would go.
And I still remember the day that we left her,
that's when she said that she knows how it goes.
And we sang:
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
And no matter what they say,
it won't matter if you pray or sin,
'cause in the end, it's all the same.
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
And no matter what they say,
it won't matter if you pray or if you sin,
'cause in the end it's all the same.
Young man becomes a soldier,
he isn't much older than a boy and that's a shame
They will lead him into battle,
and hang the medals when he comes home rearranged
"And at the say so", of the man with the halo
he will obey, he will fall into place
Remembered by ribbons, but never forgiven,
he'll "shoulder the bulk of the blame", what a shame
And we'll sing
If I only had a dollar,
for every horror that befalls my fellow man.
I'd never work another hour,
but I'd go sour from the guilt and bitterness.
The luck of the draw will,
determine the fallen, and everyone else will relax and move on.
But what will you do when, they come looking for you, friend,
I hope that your brave and your strong through it all.
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
Your day will come.
And no matter what they say,
it won't matter if you pray or if you sin,
'cause in the end it's all the same.