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(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the morning, before the sun could rise,
He kissed his love goodbye, with tears in both their eyes.
Promised he'd return, with stories brave and bold,
But little did they know, fate's cruel hand would take its hold.

(Chorus)
He's a soldier, marching to the fight,
With courage in his heart, and his dreams held tight.
But the battlefield's cruel, it takes without a care,
Leaving behind a broken home, and a heart in despair.

(Verse 2)
Through the fields of green and gold, he marched without a fear,
With comrades by his side, their duty crystal clear.
But the echoes of the cannons, and the screams of pain,
Haunt him in the darkness, like a never-ending rain.

(Chorus)
He's a soldier, marching to the fight,
With courage in his heart, and his dreams held tight.
But the battlefield's cruel, it takes without a care,
Leaving behind a broken home, and a heart in despair.

(Bridge)
Letters filled with longing, sent across the miles,
But as the days grew longer, they faded into sighs.
His memory lives on, in the ones he left behind,
But the empty chair at the table is a constant bitter reminder of time.

(Verse 3)
Now the war has ended, but for him, there's no return,
His name etched in stone, a lesson hard to learn

(Bridge)
Letters filled with longing, sent across the miles,
But as the days grew longer, they faded into sighs.
His memory lives on, in the ones he left behind,
But the empty chair at the table is a constant bitter reminder of time.



(Bridge)
Letters filled with longing, sent across the miles,
But as the days grew longer, they faded into sighs.
His memory lives on, in the ones he left behind,
But the empty chair at the table is a constant bitter reminder of time.

(Chorus)
He's a soldier, marching to the fight,
With courage in his heart, and his dreams held tight.
But the battlefield's cruel, it takes without a care,
Leaving behind a broken home, and a heart in despair.

[Outro]