Α young soldier lays wounded,
With a bullet in his chest
Tries to write home a letter
With the bloodstain from his vest.

The smell of guns smoke, smell of death
lt seems to be all around
ΑΙΙ he could see, is brave young men
Lay dead upon the ground.

For king and country, he presents his life
With dignity and honour
Knowing that it won’t be long
Before he’II be a goner.

The pain increases his eyes get heavy
But he pretends he is better
he prays to god to let him live
lf only half an hour more
Το finish his last letter.

My dearest don’t cry for me,
Don’t fill your heart with sorrow
I fight for something that I believe
Α brighter tomorrow.

Freedom and peace should be for all
Α shining example for others
Where tomorrow’s children
Will be proud of their fathers.

With those words he closed his eyes
And started a journey through the skies
Knowing that he’s done his best
For peace and human rights.