[Verse 1] In the morning light, the bugle calls, But there's no glory here within these walls, No battlefield, no enemy in sight, Just another day, just another fight. [Pre-Chorus] Scrub the floors, the kitchen's mine, Shine those boots, get back in line, A soldier's life ain't always war, It's a battle with the mundane chore. [Chorus] Potatoes to peel, dishes to clean, The front lines are far, but my knife's got a sheen, This is the duty that no one sees, Behind the valor, behind the scenes. [Verse 2] The barracks buzz with the daily grind, A thousand tasks that no one minds, From the laundry pile to the mess hall's clatter, It's not the fight, but it sure does matter. [Pre-Chorus] Empty the trash, make that bed, Keep it tidy, keep us fed, A soldier's life, not always blood, Sometimes it's sweat, sometimes it's mud. [Chorus] Potatoes to peel, dishes to clean, The front lines are far, but my knife's got a sheen, This is the duty that no one sees, Behind the valor, behind the scenes. [Bridge] March to the rhythm of the everyday, No medals for the chores, no songs for the mundane, But this is the heart,