Soldier.

Away from my home;
Every second, I feel alone,
I yearn for the embrace of my father's arms;
But I can't let my nation suffer for alms,

I get a flashback of the old times;
Mother croons to me the nursery rhymes,
The nightingales would envy her voice;
Now, all I hear is the painful cries,

When I crawl in these bushy fields;
My elbows howl, my knees shriek,
And yet that light is what I follow;
To save my people from the ones so shallow,

And with bravery that comes from prayers,
I shell the houses of brutal critters,
Extinguishing sanctuaries of barbarous,
Demolishing refuge of torturous,

And the light of victory awaits us,
In hours of pain, does it motivate us,
Thus, I continue and fight,
Be it day or night.