Fighting people for the one that he loves.
Going throught war after war,
Battle after battle,
Combat tour after combat tour.
Throught the hell people brought him.
Throught the people who want to get between him and his love.

The blood of the soldiers.
The people have sent to kill him.
Dripping off him in sheets.
His own blood mixed in with
The blood of other soldiers.
The scars and holes of the knives, bullets, and shrapnal.
From the mashine of war.
On his body, in his mind and on his soul.

The rining of bullets going by his ears.
The shaking of the gun in his hands.
The small fing of the shells of empty bullets hitting the ground.
The sound of cannon shells and bombs, hitting and exploding all around him.
With in the heat of battle was the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears.

Hitting the ground to keep himself alive.
For the woman he loves.
The hiding, running away from the battles.
He know he is losing.

When he has beaten all his enemies.
He can now claim the love, the right to the hand of his woman.

They live in happiness,
That was dined them,
When he went to war for her love.