The little warrior who has been sent to save us
His feet are weak and yet he walks with flag of peace above him
The little warrior is sick; he lost his blood, he lost his swing
And people greet him when he is not even seen
The warrior is walking through the hall
He probably will die; there are no doctors in the world
And tiny tears gather in his eyes
He is the last and only soldier; who stayed alive and did not die
Here comes the rain, washing all the blood and dirt away
And warrior is walking, although it is so very late
He threw away the weakening words and marched down the sticky road
Road covered in other warriors of War
The little warrior is hungry; he had not eaten in ten days
And with his stomach growling and with his throat on flame
He needs to walk just for a day and then it will finally be over
But yet each step becomes much harder and the little heart is beating less and less
You see the road with bodies on it
Our warrior is dead;
The smallest body with the flag of peace still waving above his head.
