As He Marches

Another soldier marches to the sound of gunfire
Another pawn in a useless game of greed and death
He knows no foe of which he is fighting, no names no faces
Yet he marches blindly to the orders of a man he's never met.

He thinks of the life that he left behind
He thinks of his fiancee, whom he may never see
He's thinking of his newborn son who he may never know
And he's dreaming of Christmas by the fire as he's marching through these desolate haunting plains.

There are no rules in this game he's playing and no-one knows the score
Yet in their thousands they march into their shallow graves
Like lemmings they march forth as the ground trembles, ignorant, or so it seems of death
But underneath is a scared young man hidden under his mask of strength.

As he makes his final march into the darkness
He stops and says a prayer, for all he loved and all he'll lose
He wishes them no more pain and no more death
But he's made his choice, he's made his bed.

He makes one more look into the skies
Imagining his love and his newborn son
But with each step forward he takes he knows he slowly dies

With father's, brothers and sons fighting in this mindless war
with all the bodies in the fields and in their loved ones hearts
Please Tell Me Who Has Won?