Thoughts of a Soldier
Thoughts Of A Soldier
Marchinn,no beatin drum to keep my rhythum.
No one is singinn or whistlinn.
Just making miles on a one way trip.
Bringing death to all religions.
Armed with weapons of mass destruction.
Carryinn my extra socks and foot powder.
Wishinn i did not have to have my beer later.
Lookinn for a place no place to eat.
Forgettinn always to carry meat.
Have i got my knife yet and all my leaven.
On my merry way to heaven,
I have to fight now to survive.
Thoughts of a soldier,gettinn older in the night.
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