I have a voice which I don't raise,
I have a place for which I don't craze.
I have tears which are dried,
I have feelings which get fried.
I don't heave while moving a boulder,
For I am a worthy soldier.
I dream with my eyes open all along,
I invoke peace battling in a war zone.
I feel anxious when I write a letter back home,
I hope it will reach my family when I am not gone.
My blood is warm when the weather is colder,
For I am a worthy soldier.
I have mortars and bombs for company,
Friends of mine have passed away one too many.
In the frosty mountains lies now my home,
With guns I fight for my country's zone.
Someday,I will die with medals spanning my chest,
My family would be proud over my conquest.
My heart would greet the fragrance of wreath,
For I would have been a worthy soldier.
