I would go to war for you.
I would pick up that helmet
and pull it low over my forehead
I would don that dirty uniform
and secure it over my battered body
I'd pull you up from your desolate post
and drag your half dead body away
I'd set my brow in determination
and trudge along the dangerous minefield
If you started to stumble I'd hoist you onto my back
and mumble, 'We're gonna be there soon'
Blood would drip onto my fingers that
were clutching your freezing legs
The rain would pelt at my face
obscuring my view of the enemy
I would push myself through that grime
onto the other side with you
I'd lay you down and clean your wounds
and bring you back from dying
Cover your forehead with a cool cloth
and hold your hand when you refuse painkillers
I'd brush your hair out of your sweaty face
to let your body feel cooler air
I would nurse you back to health
and make sure you were strong
But I'm afriad you've lost your backbone
here because.. there's something wrong
See, I had a gunshot wound just below the shoulder
which is festering and oozing now
So I'm afraid my time is over
and you're gonna have to face the next wave
Alone by yourself because I never planned ahead
and I'm dying here comforting you
I just can't stand the pressure
of the unforgiving metal biting in my flesh
The lead is leaking into me
and it makes me cold inside
I shouldn't have brought you so far
only to see my decline
I hope you haven't lost faith in yourself
because I haven't lost none of mine.