Marching towards death, a soldier, young, brave
Unafraid, gorgeous, back against the wall
Just a young man, not asking for a save,
Praying, pleading, that he can save us all.
Marching for salvation, benediction
His past another war he has to face
Paying penance for his derelictions
He's caught between the hiding and the chase
Marching for freedom, for the call to arms,
For absolution from all of his sins
Ready to die, to save us all from harm,
Where does the boy end, the soldier begin?
Courageous paladin, resigned to death;
Scared boy, running away with his last breath.