[Storyteller.]

Sound the bugle now;
play it just for me.
And as the seasons change,
remember how I used to be.
Now I can't go on;
I can't even start.
I've got nothing left -
just an empty heart.

I'm a soldier, wounded so
I must give up the fight.
There's nothing more for me;
lead me away - or leave me lying here.

Sound the bugle now;
tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know
that leads to anywhere.
Without a light I fear that I
will stumble in the dark;
lay right down and decide
not to go on.

Then from on high,
somewhere in the distance,
there's a voice that calls
'Remember who you are.'
If you lose yourself,
your courage soon will follow.
So be strong tonight;
remember who you are.

You're a soldier now,
fighting in a battle;
to be free once more -
yeah, that's worth fighting for.