The Dying Soldier

(álbum: Ride On - 1984)

"Look at the dying soldier", I heard someone whisper, then I saw the blood come through my shirt
Am I going to die here? I don't wanna die here! Someone come and pick me from the dirt

I don't belong here, I don't wanna die here, oh no...
I don't belong here, don't let me die here, oh no...

My hands are getting colder, my thoughts are growing weaker, this must be the way it is
Stop the shooting, don't ya see I'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer

I don't belong here, I don't wanna die here, oh no...
I don't belong here, don't let me die here, oh no...

My eye's are closing, I see someone coming, he turns his back and runs away
They stop shooting, it started raining, this must be the way

I don't belong here, I don't wanna die here, oh no...
I don't belong here, don't let me die here, oh no...

I want to go back home where my friends are, I want to go on living days
I want to go back home where my friends are, I want to go on living days
I want to go back home where my friends are, I want to go on living days