A young American boy from a good ole' American town.
Over in europe is where he can now be found.
Apart of the army and apart of our souls.
He can't say how many times he's seen bullet holes.
He fights the Germans who have invaded other lands.
This makes him angry,on his rifle, he tightens his hands.
Its many days into the war and he's now at a side street.
He must cross it now and run with his feet.
He takes a moment in the rain to look up at the aged beautiful church.
Away in the distance he hears gun fire,a sniper high perched.
It is his turn to make a run and get across the road.
He sprints across,rifles fire,and down he goes.
Just down the road Germans have taken position.
A fellow American soldier makes an inquisition.
They are seen behind an old piano and behind a car.
But for the soldier on the ground life is getting far.
He lies on his back with a shot to the chest.
With raindrops falling on his eyes he takes his last breath.
Another fallen soldier, another lost friend.
Never had i thought this was how it would end.
With time passed,the Germans were cleared.
So i took a minute and my eyes filled with tears.
Now just another number,we pulled the dogtag from his neck.
I can't believe he made it this far, its been a long trek.
Through many firefights and battles he had made it.
When i think of it, i can't stand to say it.
I watched my friend die right in front of my eyes.
I watched him reach up gasping for air as his demise.
When i think back all those years its hard to believe that he died.
Its been almost 63 years,everytime i reminisce i cry.
And when i died last week,i couldn't wait to see him again.
He said,"its been so long, i'v been waiting my friend".