No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand

He will long for the feeling standing strong with his brothers
Before the enemy
He will miss the quiet pride of his men at his side as he leads them into victory

He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place

But nothing quite compares to the taste
He can't replace it, no, no, no

No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior

The pain takes a backseat for a cause
No applause from his country
No service leaves him lessor, when he loses his suppressor
And the pain that comes is deafening

He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place

No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior

We are born in hospitals in different states
To moms and dads who work and pray
That we'll be saved, an amazing grace
The chosen few get shipped away
One more mile, one more day
To harvest souls and bear the weight
And reap the tax that must be paid

Warrior, warrior, warrior

No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior