In the far east there lies
the soul of a man left behind
His silver wings they still shine
in the pacific sunrise

Under the shroud of night
He gave it his best fight
With his rifle by his side 
and the enemy in sight
in the war He didn't die
still he gave up his life

His green beret has found rest
Clutched against his mother's chest
Finally a peace without war
peace from the trouble he bore

What would you say
What would you pray
The fight would not end
His only way out was death