This song is an intense reflection on war and the loss of identity, told from the point of view of a soldier torn between duty and the loved ones left behind. Photographs from the past evoke memories of a life that now seems far away, while the war transforms him into a shadow of himself, an absent father, a man lost in a conflict that does not belong to him.

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Photographs of a moment ago

A newborn's face, a love I used to know

Uniform pressed, my heart torn apart

Leaving behind everything I'd start

In the echoes of silence, I'm standing alone

Battalions around me, but nobody's home

A soldier, a father, a ghost of a dream

Nothing is ever quite what it might seem

No, no, no, no... no, no, no no...

Mother's tears fall like rain on the floor

Wondering if I'll walk through that door

My child won't know me, might never will

Fighting a war on some distant hill

In the echoes of silence, I'm standing alone

Battalions around me, but nobody's home

A soldier, a father, a ghost of a dream

Nothing is ever quite what it might seem

No, no, no, no... no, no, no no...

Powerful men, they play their cruel game

Sending young souls to burn in their flame

I'm just a number, a piece on their board

Dreaming of peace, but hearing the roar

In the echoes of silence, I'm fading away

Between life and memory, between night and day

A soldier, a father, a whisper of hope

Trying so hard just to learn how to cope

No, no, no, no... no, no, no no...

no, no, no, no no no no no...

No, no, no, no... no, no, no no...

no, no, no, no no no no no....

Will I return... will I ever come home?