Saddling up on a horse's back,
I sea a sea filled with thoughts at its shore;
I stare into a space but no place to drop my wishes;
Consumed by the flake of bullets;
...
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.