The days grew old, the nights grew cold
The body grew so weary
The guns played their own sweet song
The silence became eerie

There was no rest upon hardened ground
We marched on through the rain and heat
We slept awake to look around
We never let ourselves be beat

The hunger we felt deep inside
was not always from our rationed food
Our thoughts stretched across an ocean wide
to Home
away from this ****** feud

But I am no longer cold,
I do not feel the fear
No more hard ground
where I need lay
I am warm and dry
and content here
I am just sorry I could not stay

I wish I could have seen our children grow
Into fine young women and men
I would want to tell them,
let them know
I hated to fight,
but I went to War for them

I see you weep because I am gone
I am sorry I did not say goodbye
I know my life helped the world move on
But none of us here wanted to die