He is happy now
in a peaceful rest.
He fought for his country.
He did his best. 

It wasn't an easy life—
bed of thorns, no roses
—but he is smiling now,
whispering, It was worthy. 

He could've lived much longer
if he hadn't gone to war;
he could've spent his days
in never-ending awe. 

But he chose a different fate,
much different fate he chose.
 Staring at the stars,
he is smiling now.

Knowing that his land
isn't a land of the chained,
he is full of joy and
young again.