To die,so young to die.No, no, not I,I love the warm sunny skies,light, song, shining eyes,I want no war, no battle cry,No, no, not I.

I could have been 23 next July I gambled on what mattered most, the dice were cast. I lost.

My God, my GodMay there be no endTo the sea, to the sand,The splash of the water,The glow of the sky,The prayer of man