Two Soldiers ©️ 2026 RBeatonMusicPublishing BMI

Описание: Recorded @ StarCraft Studio
Mixed & Mastered @ Third Eye Sound Studio, Florida

lyrics RBeaton 2026

Same dust on their boots, same calloused hands
Same kind of prayers
in a foreign land
Both learned how to tie
a knot real tight
Both told what’s wrong,
both told what’s right
One grew up by a river bend
One by rails
where the highways end
Different flags
stitched on their sleeves
Same old hunger,
same need to believe

Voices on the radio,
talking brave and loud
Never tasted blood,
never stood in the crowd

Two soldiers standing
face to face
Same fear in their eyes, same heart rate
If the lines were moved,
if the names were changed
They’d be sharing a drink, laughing just the same
But the orders came down, and the truth got bent
By men
who never pay the rent
For the lives they spend
Two soldiers…
who could’ve been friends

One was told
he’s saving the world
One was told
he’s stopping the curse
Both fed stories
polished clean
Of heroes made
and enemies
Same age photos
tucked in their packs
Same hands shaking
before the attack
If they spoke the same language tonight
They’d find they’re asking
the same damn “why?”

Maps on a table, lines in red
Decisions signed
by men safe in bed

Two soldiers standing
face to face
Same fear in their eyes, same heart rate
If the lines were moved,
if the names were changed
They’d be sharing a drink, laughing just the same
But the orders came down, and the truth got bent
By men
who never pay the rent
For the lives they spend
Two soldiers…
who could’ve been friends

(32 bar electric guitar solo)

If they met
on a different street
Different time,
different shoes on their feet
They’d talk about home, complain about work
Argue music, politics,
laugh at the hurt
But tonight there’s a trigger between their hands
And a story
neither one of them planned

Who wins
when the ground runs red?
Who remembers
what the leaders said?

Two soldiers,
same flesh and bone
Both thinking they’re fighting to get back home
Same mothers hoping,
same tears unpaid
Same graves waiting
if a call’s misplayed
And the powerful sleep
while the young ones fall
Writing history
on a prison wall
Two soldiers…
answering the call

When the smoke clears
and the banners fade
What’s left of the choices that somebody made?
Just two names
carved in weathered stone
Proving none of us
ever fight alone
Two soldiers…
Two soldiers…