I see a figure in the fading light,
He is crouched upon his knees.
I sense the anguish in his breath.
He is longing to be free.
In the darkness I hear him sob,
a tear falling from his eye.
He stagger, falls, and whispers sofly,
"Lord, please let me die."
He tells me of his journey.
Struggling with every breath
He tells or story of battles and wars.
And his desire for a worriors death.
Many men have lost their life.
At his bloody hands.
He had loved, and hated, even killed.
And now could hardly stand.
He fought for freedom,
without a second thought.
And on this dark and quiet night.
It was this freedom that he sought.
Freedom from the pain and guilt.
Freedom from his memory.
Such dark deeds, I could not fathom.
And he did it all for men like me.
Such is the story of many hard men.
yet we turn a darkend eye.
We would rather live in ignorance
While warriors beg to die.
So in rememberance of all who've paid
the ultimate sacrifice.
In my heart I immortalize,
Every soldiers life.