Here I stand in a land that isn't my ownIn the green of the country that I know as homeI was sent here by government and armed by the kingAnd I'm told I must kill men in order to bringPeace to a foreign landThere he lies on a land that isn't his ownIn the grey of the country that he knows as homeI was sent here by government and might not agreeAnd if someone must kill him, God, why is it meTo bring peace to a foreign landDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterWho ran from the warDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterWho ran from the warSo I bent down to drag him away from the wireRifles to the left of me had started to fireI was riddled with bullets and smilesI was murdered in bloodAnd I don't see how murdering somebody couldBring peace to a foreign landDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterWho ran from the warDon't despise the deserterDon't despise the deserterWho ran from the warDon't despise the deserterThank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.