Soldier
With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky
But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open
trying to keep my head up high
At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing
I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can
And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep
I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams
And death in both ways i will defeat
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