Soldier is turning,
See him through white light,
Running from strangers,
See you in the valley.
War upon war,
Heat upon heat.
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind.

Sitting on a park bench,
Years away from fighting.
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind.

Standing in the dark,
I was waiting for man to come,
I am beautiful and clean
And so very, very young
To be standing in the street
To be taken by someone.

Questions, questions
Give me no answers,
That’s all they ever give me,
Questions, questions.
Ah, look at the strange boy,
He finds it hard existing.
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind.