In the far east there lies

the soul of a man left behind

His silver wings they still shine

in the pacific sunrise


Under the shroud of night

He gave it his best fight

With his rifle by his side

and the enemy in sight

in the war He didn't die

still he gave up his life


His green beret has found rest

Clutched against his mother's chest

Finally a peace without war

peace from the trouble he bore


What would you say

What would you pray

The fight would not end

His only way out was death