We went to fight in a far off place.
It was kill or be killed. Death has
no face.It was like we were running
a real hard race.with pain and memories.
Death has no face.

If we fought one we fought them all.
If one brave man was to fall there
was another to take his place.Death
has no face.

Some would cry others would scream,
why are we fighting in this place?
Death has no face.

We did what we were told and became
bitter and cold. We would watch our
brothers fall, and just become a name
on a wall.Death has no face.

So many were lost someone new would
take their place. That's why death
has no place.