Somewhere

This is not my place. Now should be I riding my white stallion through large plains, leading a whole army of brave men, these men willing to give their life for all his brethren, just because is that’s the same thing the brethren would do for them. Marching to death they are, Marching to death I should be. But in my heart I don’t feel the same fear of the future as now. It is like, there, I would be in the right place, the place my soul belongs. Here, I don't know, I don't fell like this is my place.