Who?

I am not the soldier in red and black
Or the one that wears a rucksack.
I am not the soldier who shoots to kill
Or the one that depends on my brothers will.

I am not the soldier who’s bullets fly
But I am the one allowed to cry

I am not the soldier in army greens
Not afraid of an M-16
I am not the soldier who fears not blood
I am not the one covered in dirt and mud.

I am not the soldier who’s does not try
But I am the one who’s brothers die

I am not the soldier that you were
I am not what you wanted me to be,
The truth is there is no cure
For some of the things that I have seen.

Come back to me on winters breath
Come back to me from hardened death

I am the soldier who dreams in blue
Who’s soul is pure and heart is true
I am the “Soldier” with no blood on my hands
Who clears your way to distant lands.

I am the one who lost a friend
And cries until the darkness ends

I am the soldier in a bloodied trench
I wear a uniform fully tear drenched.
I am the soldier without one kill
I am the soldier who’s blood has chilled

I am the one in who’s arms you lay
I am the one you lost today.

Dear brother dear friend, do not fear
For now in peace you rest.
The path is quiet and the way is clear
For you I wish the best.

I do not want to leave your side
I do not want to have to hide.

But I must move on and finish this fight
To finally do what I think is right.
It is time to fire and time to kill
For you I can do this and not be ill.

I miss you in Ernest, my dearest friend
I will love you until the end