as the cool morning breeze Defiles the sanctity of my virgin face My grizzled hair puffing like a velvet of feather, My sight sprawl to my sorroundings A vista of grinning blood bath Assailed my forlorn sight Was this the life I had chosen?
Life for me is that of belching nozzles Guns spitting death, A life of chaos and battle A life leased for others survival, An unseasoned life of the military, A life of solemn vow, A life of a soldier, And blood bleeding for the green and white flag
