Daily, there is a burning desire to be with her.
Even though the odds of meeting her again is futile,
Seems like the time went like a blur.
Every day, my head goes topsy turvy...it’s very hostile.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.