Trooping through the desolate wastelands

He awaits the next oasis

The next cool drink of water

Even the next beautiful sunset

The sand rips his face apart

Boils cover him head to toe

His skin is red and charred

But the trooper walks on

Those pains are horrible

But none so horrible

As walking into a mirage

And not finding the next oasis

The next cool drink of water

Not even the next beautiful sunset

Spiting his own pain

He continues to stride

And will continue to stride

Because somewhere ahead

Paradise awaits him

Trooping through the desolate wastelands of life

He awaits the next chance at love

The next kiss of cool red lips

Even the next pretty face

The sand rips his soul apart

Deep wounds of past failures cover him

His heart is bleeding and hurt

But the trooper lives on

Those pains are horrible

But none so horrible

As almost finding something

And not finding the next chance at love

Nor the next kiss of cool red lips

Not even a pretty face

Spiting his own pain

He continues to live

And will continue to live

Because somewhere ahead

Love awaits him.