The soldier walked out of his shallow grave,
Mud still staining his uniform.
Underneath his eyes you can see the war he wages,
And his boots show the signs of decay.
The dust dances around him with every step,
And each steps takes him closer to his rest.
Another one slain, drops to the ground,
Immediately covered by the eager dirt.
These soldiers step lively and in dust disappear,
Unknowing that their last day, is one in fear