She died with her hand
Stretched out
She died with
A hungry mouth
She died with
A mind so full of doubt
And thoughts
Of weakening
So may your river
Never dry
May your mouth
Never lie
May you be satisfied
To never know why
Someone just wants
To die
Lonely soldier
Go home
But never alone
Good eyes
See nothing to shoot
Good feet
Feel good
Giving up good boots

Lonely Soldier,
Damien Rice