The Soldier

Crying, tired, broken, nervous
They say "thank you for your service"
Marching onward into Hell
Would you still thank him if he fell?

His nerves are shot, his soul is old
How long will his madness hold?
Still so young, but he feels older
In the end, Gods broken soldier

The cadence keeps a steady beat
while he's dying on his feet
Left, right, left until you drop
someone makes the marching stop

His eyes are heavy as shots are fired
for all he's done, he's so tired
But even after he's done his best
Gods broken soldier cannot rest