Man of the past, a veteran survivor
Now old and feeling out of place
His hands are frail, his body scarred
Wrinkles cover his face
He gave his body, he gave his soul
For his land, his family, his home
He lost it all and not many seem to care
That he faces the world all alone
His body is old, tired, and worn
His wounds are starting to ail
The once strong and mighty soldier
Feels his life is slipping away
The winners of the war wrote the histort books
The noble and the brave they condemned
It wasn't hard for them to villify the truth
When they stood on the winning end
He's just an old man, he fought under command
No one could realize the hell he's been through
Stripped of his pension, robbed of his land
Accused of crimes that he didn't do
He fought with honor, he fought with valor
Never questioned orders his commanders gave
Now his kind is shunned and he doesn't understand
Why his beloved land has turned its back on the brave
He's haunted by images of hell
He faced so many years ago
Dreaming the images of his fallen comrades
In graves so far away from home
He sits in his room, keeps wondering why
No one shows them any respect
When so much sacrifice was paid in blood
How could anyone forget?
Now time is running out
His generation is coming to an end
He wants to leave his mark on society
Anyway that he can
He feels no guilt, he feels no shame
He just wants his voice to be heard
To tell the truth about the past
He wants to tell the world
