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He lay upon the battlefield

His face down in the mud

He knew that he would not survive

If he lost too much blood

He remembered his family

And then began to cry

This was not the way

He thought that he would die

We're here to fight, we're here to die

Our time is now, our final bow

Then he could see through blurry eyes

A figure drawing near

Though this could have been anyone

Somehow he felt no fear

It might have been the enemy

Making sure he was dead

Or perhaps a fellow soldier

To help him out instead

Please, lord, have mercy on me

Please let my spirit fly free

Now that it's all plain to see

Tell me what I'm gonna be