The Ballad Of Private John Hardy

Fought like tigers down to the last man
Walking through bullets on soil, dirt and sand
Tortured his enemy shedding their blood
Believing in his mission to protect all that's good
It wasn't his doing to fight a war you can't win
To serve queen and country was always his thing
He faced every battle showing little fear
And thanked god he was still here

They stripped him bare, they stripped him whole
Stripped him of his heart and his soul
Felt like something had died
when they stripped him apart inside

He was blessed with bravery, blessed with a skill
A soldier of fortune trained for the kill
He rallied the troops, was one of a kind
But came home a victim, not of sound mind
He didn't deserve to be treated like this
A sham of a war was no fault of his
People back home just don't understand
Why John Hardy is not the same man

They stripped him bare, they stripped him whole
Stripped him of his heart and his soul
Felt like something had died
when they stripped him apart inside

Discharged from the army without support
No word of thanks after how hard he fought
Years of loyal service, laid his life on the line
Being put out to pasture was like doing time
Addicted to drugs to ease all his wounds
Rarely sees mornings, sleeps afternoons
Take the fight from the soldier who's given his all
Once a hero, how heroes can fall

They stripped him bare, they stripped him whole
Stripped him of his heart and his soul
Felt like something had died
when they stripped him apart inside

He longs for the forces, his comrades and men
If only those days could return once again
Once so important, stood out from the crowd
Days when John Hardy felt proud



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Oxley
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