Soldier in the foreign snow

Crimson shades of powder and paste

Gunshot wounds paint the glow

Of another life gone to waste

They call him a hero

But there’s no more him to call

Only a memory, a shadow

Why was he the one to fall?

Medals and praise don’t mean a thing

When he’s not there to tuck her in

He’ll never hear the choir sing

Or see the razor on her skin

Another winter burning red

She loves the new boy because he’s brave

Ten more years till a bullet’s in his head

And she kneels shattered at his grave

She is jealous of the dead

Watching them escape this place

With too many words left unsaid

Too much empty space

One day she will join them

Become another picture on the wall

A broken promise to another him

Red snow continues to fall