One single soldier stands alone.
Fighting for him self.
While others surround him, he is still by himself.
While the gray skies swallow his pride and his self-assuredness.
He still walks ahead as if, he knows best.
One single soldier is marching in the field.
Hacking away at insults that eat away his pride.
His gun is his smile. He shoots his ammo at unsuspecting girls.
Wooed by his charms they march with him.
Until this one single soldier, this once lonely soldier goes home.
He leaves the field full of broken hearts.
