Halime1

Oh, soldier

As I am standing here,

Over you, dying soldier.

And trying to put my words together like Shakespear,

Just that I can explain to you that I told ya.

That you are now about to die,

Because of your fault, not mine.

Because of your misbehaving,

Here and now you are laying.

Oh, dying soldier, its your destiny.

To die alone,

As I go home,

With one less enemy.