Some time ago a soldier i did meet,
Glory and victory, history at his feet,
Ready for action - marching for his queen,
Prepared and determined - his ambition obscene,
Standing tall and proud, unafraid of death,
Now i see the soldier and nothing much is left.

His mind has been shattered,
His world has been smashed,
His heart has been sold,
His soul has been soiled,
His pride has been stolen.

He saw the sights that nobody should see,
His eyes are frightened and close to try and be free,
But his mind holds tight to the memories,
Of being sent to die just for their jealousies,
the leaders never stand on the front line,
He'll keep the blood on his hands to show as a sign.

His mind has been destroyed,
His world has been drowned,
His heart has been dumped,
His soul has been dampened,
His pride has been darkened.

He saw the sights that nobody should see,
Maybe in death his anguish will just let him be.