It’s been said “It’s not the death
It’s dying that we fear.”
Perhaps it’s true, but can we know
Until that time is near?
A soldier bravely risks the grave
Far from the battlefield
But bayonet pressed to his chest
May hear him cry, “I yield!”
So will it be the same with me
When my time is come?
Will I beg for one more day
Or face fate like a stone?
If my future holds no hope
No reason to remain
Will I escape with gun or rope
Or suffer senseless pain?
I pray that when I face that day
I will not be undone
A coward dies a thousand deaths
The valiant die but one
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC
It’s been said “It’s not the death
It’s dying that we fear.”
Perhaps it’s true, but can we know
Until that time is near?
A soldier bravely risks the grave
Far from the battlefield
But bayonet pressed to his chest
May hear him cry, “I yield!”
So will it be the same with me
When my time is come?
Will I beg for one more day
Or face fate like a stone?
If my future holds no hope
No reason to remain
Will I escape with gun or rope
Or suffer senseless pain?
I pray that when I face that day
I will not be undone
A coward dies a thousand deaths
The valiant die but one