(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....
