Poor Boy believed in his hero worship,

And he watched all those TV shows

Where the Good Guy killed the Bad Guy

…to win The Girl!

It sounded so easy,

He was ready to go,

To fight a war he never knew existed;

A People he didn’t know.

All the blood-n-guts

And the shoot-em-up

Was a way to prove

That he was a Brave Man, 

Or … no.

The saddest part about the war

He didn’t understand:

His job

Was to take the life of Another Man.

One day he met Another Man

On the bend of a mountain trail.

He didn’t dislike him,

Didn’t know his name,

And both men were scared as hell.

One felt the fear and realized

When he saw it in the Other’s eyes,

There was a better place to be;

There was a better life to lead.

One Man died--

And One Family cried…

The War and the Patrol moved on.

They both had served their side with pride

(Each Man, respectively)

One Man lived to tell his story

With a sad, sad tear in his eye.

Poor Boy was just a Pawn in the game,

Putting on a show.

Poor Boy counted his days in country,

As the Giants counted their gold.

Being used, and being abused

By corrupt politician at home

Who walked over Everyone,

Oh-h, … no

Now he hides his fears

In the darkness of memory,

Sharing the guilt of war.

Don’t listen, Brother,

To the songs

Of war,

Just let Another Man be,

Just let Another Man be...