Soul Soldier

On a town upon a hill There’s a man whose name is Bill, He was a soldier, went afar, To as far as Vietnam war. From a family of warriors He was raised to be the best, He grew up shooting the arrows, He grew up wielding the blades. When his time was right to crest He was sent to his conquest, His courage made him fearless, His prowess made him the best. Platoon leader he was then At the age of twenty-two; Then was a pilot of a plane With the name of Rancudo. He had taken hundreds of lives Back in his soldier days; He had fought to liberate The dear land from pestilence. Yes, he was “the killiest”! He killed a lot of enemies, May it be war or in a fight, He did not even close his eyes. But when Bill had realized It was too much for taking lives, He laid down all his arms On the graves of his comrades. Oh! How many men should Give their lives for vaguely cause When the problem could be dealt All in peace and armistice? And so Bill forgot his past But sailed on to fight again, Though this time it should last, For he fights for souls of men. By the grace he was ordained, And he became Pastor Bill, His greatness has reigned On the town upon a hill. Pastor Bill! I met him thrice, And he told me all those times: “The cost of freedom should not be life; We can have peace without a fight”. So what all these wars are for? Is dominion worth dying for? Little children are left dying, Shunned by the hands that should feed them. In memory of air force Captain and Pastor Bill; warrior, preacher, hero.