The Man he sat tall and proud,
His hands so cold, a heart so warm,
His body weathering, his name forgotten,
No eyes too see, no brain to think,
Only arms to fight, legs to stand.
Used only for his strength,
His life, feelings disappearing,
In which the war was where he fought,
His braveness shone throughout them all,
his crimson blood slowly draining,
Through the pain continued straining,

Now here he is tall and proud,
Hands so cold, heart so warm,
His body weathering,

His name forgotten