Born with nothing and still the same
As pass I through a childish game
Of life its future only lent
Which in the end cannot prevent

The gruesome shadow of my death
As the grim reapers fetid breath
Feels so red hot upon the neck
Of youthful body now a wreck.

In spite of glory days long gone
Of battles fought not always won
Against the odds not having fun
Nor caring how this life begun.

I must die in this jungle hell
With many stories still to tell
In field of rice a corpse will roll
Life bleeding from a bullet hole.

This soldier boy will shortly die
Close relatives, will mourn and cry
With parents who gave joy and love
When gone up to my God above.

And as I take that final sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
On shoulders none to place the blame
I leave with nothing, as I came!