There is bullet in my chest,
blood is oozing off my vest,
I can see the glorious crest,
I know,I did my best.

There are arms all around me,
the barrels are smoking,I can see,
there is less sound reaching my ears,
I have lost all my fears.

They drag me to a tree,
resting under it,I shall be free,
I have my gun in one hand,
and in the other,smiling,you stand.

In my wallet there are your picture,
covered in gunpowder and moisture,
I rub away all the dust,
I shall see them all,it's a must.

I can see you far and distant,
hazy it gets,as time is spent,
you extend your arms and shout my name,
I smile and your eyes rain.

I can feel your hands,on my cheek,
your kiss on forehead,makes me weak,
your warmth is easing the pain,
I think you understand,
the loss......and the gain.