The Soldier

They say he was a soldier
Though you never would have guessed
A gentler hand you'll never find
Or a soul that's quite so blessed
Those who tried to harm him
Were disarmed with just a smile
Those who sat beside him
Would stay for a while

Though many years have long since passed
Memories come flooding back
Dreams with no respect for time
Keep him under attack
So many lives he's taken
Though never with a choice
No matter whether friend or foe
They all have the same voice

But the greatest fight of fifty years
Was fought with paper and bitter tears
To claim for what he rightly owned
From those who live inside his home

Who'll give him back those wasted years
When he fought for what was his
How could we take all we could take
When he gave all he could give
Even now he would lay down his life
To do what must be done
How could we have forsake him
Leave him to fight while we run

They say that even now at times
He has a look that instils fear
The strongest men will look away
If bad intentions become clear
They say he was Gurkha
The bravest of the brave
I say I owe my life to him
And my father who he saved

But the greatest fight of fifty years
Was fought with paper and bitter tears
To claim for what he rightly owned
From those who live inside his home