His boots were worn and tattered
From all the miles he's walked
His body is beat and bruised
From the battles he had faught
His m-16 grows heavy
As his body grows so weak
He hates this hell he faces
Cause he doesn't get much sleep
His day is almost over
When bullets start ringing out
His brothers and sisters lay dying
As the noise grows so loud
He has no hesitation
As he drops down to the ground
He screems with so much pain
As his body takes a round
He lays so still not breathing
His fighting is finally over
His family can't stop weeping
As they bury a Fallen Soldier
