A Soldier's Life

She stops me going to the fight
Deluded pleas and shrewd screams
Placed in the winds to hear
Like thorns in a rosebush

But have to go I
For my field of blood awaits
Life just flashes by my eyes

Grams sprayed with scent intoxicate
Makes me see you hallucinate
Weighs my hand on the field of battle
Gentle regret just flows in vain

Men and god akin
The game will never finish
The silver fox carrying two boxes
Lays death on the spoon

And hence will man turn to ashes
To the belief that he will rise again
But what use is this forgetfulness
All that is left are footprints on the ocean floor