He didn’t have much, beside his own name
He had no home, nor fortune, nor fame
But he had more than most people do
He had a girl, beautiful and true
He was just a soldier, no one you’d remember
But inside her heart he will live forever
And that’s why he died having no regret
Thinking with a smile of his small brunette
Crawling with his gun through the desert dust
He knew he had found someone who could trust
And he died young, he died very poor
But he had more than most people do
2014