A Singer of Songs silent soldiers

We were raised on green hills in the shadows of trees
Sheltered lives built around the promise to please
But we were rolling to the opposite side
The first fight was a little accident
And act of faith we would later repent
We were roaming in silent stupor at night
In the morning I will whisper your name
The next one was a little less unforeseen
There was will to conquer, there was a scheme
We were struggling for a place to hide
We came across men that were hurtfully wise
Saying there’s only two armies and you need to pick sides
We were fighting back to back from that time
In the morning I will whisper your name
Then one day we started fighting kamikaze style
From the wounds we have we’ll happily die
We’ve been cornered into the darker side
When your way of looking at the world
Is more beautiful than the world you look at
There’ll be violence ‘till the end of time
In the morning I will whisper your name
And you’ll be there