The Prayer of a Soldier

As gentle ripples glide over freckled water;
Ebbing waves of unsure change.
As gentle ripples glide over freckled water,
A brother’s hand, in times of war,
Is but a peasant wrapped in chains.

I wish I possessed the All-Seeing-Eye,
And clinched it in my hand.
I wish I possessed the All-Seeing-Eye.
For if I was just a little faster,
It would be you, not I, lying in the sand.

One man cannot change the course of history,
But at last I can say I try.
One man cannot change the course of history.
And as I gargle my last few breathes,
For all my Sins, I should surely die!

Oh God, up in the Heavens,
High in the skies above.
Oh God, up in the Heavens,
Care for the ones I care for,
And protect the ones that I love.

I think of all my worldly worth,
And of all that I hold dear.
I think off all my worldly worth.
And as my last breath escapes me,
I shed my final tear.

Please carry me now to the sky above,
Or down to the burning Hell.
Please carry me now to the sky above.
As I stand above the bodies,
My destination…?
I cannot tell.