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