In distant lands, on cold and barren soil,
I stand alone, weary and worn from war's toil.
I've seen the pain, I've seen the death,
Lost friends and comrades, with each breath.
The sky is gray, the sun sinks low,
My loneliness deepens with each passing moment, each woe.
When will this senseless war be done?
When will I return to my family, to the warmth of my home?