He lies on the side of a trench as they pass
Another man down on the mud that was grass
The blast must have killed him the soldiers surmise
His body lies listless no life in his eyes
No time to find his age or his name
The enemy fire rains down again
March on brave men remember with pride
A hero who fell and rests where he died
He lived a good life in a house on the Rhine
A wife and three children a prosperous time
His loved ones remember their soldier with pride
Missing in action with secrets and lies
They called him a hero but he's not that brave
A cross for his memory a life he never gave
