This soul, dried up by loneliness.
Becomes swallowed up by mere darkness.
Then somehow conquers up enough courage and blooms
Just like that of a red rose,
Blooming in the dark earth.

Everyone is a soldier, fighting within themselves.
Overcoming suffering, looking for a tomorrow.

Out of the sleepless, worried dawn,
The morning sun rises from the darkness
And slowly unfurls in my heart.
The soul that knows what it wants,
Awakes inside me.

Everyone is a soldier, fighting within themselves.
Overcoming suffering, looking for a tomorrow.

I become a new person,
As I go on quest to your heart.
Bound to win and my heart to take flight.
Even if shadows are cast over me,
I will over conquer them.

Everyone is a soldier, fighting within themselves.
Overcoming suffering, looking for a tomorrow.

Love is the power to give birth to miracles.
I am a soldier.