He is a fallen soldier
With his uniform torn, and his heart or his sleeve
He looks twenty years older
With is wounds open, ready to bleed
It was not what he thought it would be
Not just justice and bravery
Now he's gone while he's talking to me
His mind keeps returning to imagines he can't unsee
I am sorry, cause I was no comfort
Even when I held you in my arms
Every morning there is so much effort
To wake up, and give the day a chance
It is not easy to save everyone
Though you believed once that you could
Now look at what you have become
Because you were honest and good
He is a fallen soldier
Who woke up while everyone else fell
He is twenty years older
Carrying them all while carrying himself