... And on the ground, a soldier

My brown eyes turned to face the field
The death was all around us
Those poor young men, they would not yield
Our boots, now stained with crimson
And through the howls, the limbs, I saw
Lucifer take his vengenance
The rain slowly began to fall
... Upon those fallen Soldiers

Upon the long siege's end,
I saw a man, I knew him
T'was not his death, It was relief
Into God's hands he landed
Through ten bullets, this young man fell
But what could be the Reason?
The soft wind brought the stench of Death
... Above the fallen Soldiers

For those who live to tell the tale
No glory, no joy, no victory
When one has walked green fields turned red
The field where a generation bled
Don't look up now, God cleanses us
Of redness and of glory
And then I cried and felt the Shame,
... And on the ground, a Soldier