His Fellow Men

A drummer plays inside his chest
His spit ishard to swallow
The sounds of war are all around him
The crack of a shot, the cry of a soldier
With a quick check of his helmet and gun
He goes to join a deed that seems right

There is a ring of one shot
And a bullet finds its mark

There on the ground, lies one more man
By do not cry fair soldier
For his soul walks to heaven
Hand in hand
With his fellow men