Silver mail adorns his chest
He rides ahead and looks out
To the explosion in the sky
A stream of vibrant colour
Gaily dancing before his eyes
He wonders
Should this be his last
A final glance to a past
That he must now leave behind
A whole other world
From his days at home
That now seems so long ago
But now he must march
Today he must ride
And he’s searching for tomorrow
As the dun lights up the sky
He fears what he shall find
And worried what he leaves behind
And he knows not now
If he will find his way back home
