(C) Copywritten 2003
He waits in silence for the word:
The signal from his commanding chief;
To lose his focus he can't afford.
Tied by honor to his homeland oath,
He kills and slaughters, stabs and chokes
And tears and burns their houses down,
No mercy he affords his foes.
In times now passed, he learned to love,
He earned his food and prayed to above.
Now, condemned to a sinner's task
In weaker moments, was it the wisest move?
He cares only for himself
Ages have gone since compassion he felt;
He is a soldier of the highest rank,
Yet evil drapes him like a heavy pelt.
His eyes are sightless; he cannot see,
What terror and darkness he brings to be.
He follows blindly the orders that come,
And his encompassed pain will never leave.
Once a man, now a slave,
To the hatred mankind laid
Before his dutiful arms and chest;
And now a monster they have made.
He finds no words, no face or cry
To show the world how much he's died;
How far from light this soldier has fallen,
He locks it all up deep inside.
Still he'll march, into the next war,
From deserts, forests, to distant shores.
He wonders if someday at last,
He will return to the man before.
