The Dying Soldier

«Look at the dying soldier», I heard someone whisper, then i saw the blood come
through my shirt
Am i going to die here? I don’t wanna die here! Someone come and pick me from
the dirt
I don’t belong here, i don’t wanna die here, Oh no!
I don’t belong here, don’t let me die here, Oh no!
My hands are gettin' colder, My thoughts are growing weaker, this must be the
way it is
Stop the shootin', don’t ya see i’m dying? Someone come and say a prayer
My eye’s are closin', i see someone comin', he turns his back and runs away
They stop shootin', it started rainin', This must be the way
I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days
I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days
I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days
(Instrumental)