solders are dyeing,
their wives are crying.
their letters are lost and
their hope is determend.

their trenches are slippery
and their feet are rotting.
they are just hopeing it will stop.

and their fear is obseurd,because
they are basically ded.

the mudd in their face and
the guns in their hands
they are thinking one day it will stop.
and when it doese i will be ded.

but always remember
who saved our country
so it dose not rot.