A body of steel and an expression of stone
A warrior of age nineteen travels alone
Through the mist and the trees that stand tall
He walks on and his eyes see through it all
His military uniform covered by rain
He's got nothing to lose and all to gain
The soldier's M16 is all he's got,
Not a sleeping bag nor a nice green cot
He believes what he's doing is right
He will run all day and march all night
The hairs on his head begin to feel cold
No cap on his head he still remains bold
Some think he's honestly going to die
And others think he is living a lie
He just ignores them and continues to walk
Ever aware like an airborne hawk
God is with him and so are his friends
He knows that life begins as childhood ends
Serving his country with a feeling of luck
He strides on and finally finds a truck
He checks his surroundings but no one is there
The truck bed is empty so he does what is fair
He lies down and begins to go to sleep
Good thing for Blake, the pay is not cheap