Dying Soldier

(intro)


"Look at the dying soldier", I heard someone whisper,

then I saw the blood come through my shirt.

Am I going to die here? I don t want to die here,

someone come and pick me from the dirt.


I don t belong here, I don t wanna die here alone,

I don t belong here, don t let me die here alone.


My hands are getting colder, my thoughts are growing weaker,

this must be the way it is.

Stop the shooting, don t you see I m dying,

someone come and say a prayer.


I don t belong here, I don t wanna die here alone,

I don t belong here, don t let me die here alone.


My eyes are closing, I see someone coming,

he turns his back and runs away.

They ve stopped shooting, it s started raining,

this must be the way.


I don t belong here, I don t wanna die here alone,

I don t belong here, don t let me die here alone.


I want to go back home where my friends are,

I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier

I want to go back home where my friends are,

I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier.

I want to go back home where my friends are,

I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier....