I am a soldier born to die,

A man without the fight,

The drive to carry on,

Or the will to fear.

I pray that someone will,

Aid me in my flight,

My bitter trek to freedom,

To a life without regret.

I am despairing and afraid

I repent the days spent,

In selfish adulation,

Worshiping the neverending eternity.

What I would not give,

To live my life again,

To understand the missteps,

The ungoverned errors.

But alas my time is spent,

My days are at a close,

I have espied the golden gates,

And surely I am to sleep now.

I am weary and alone,

Tired and afraid,

I recall the gentle breath,

Of friendship and truth.

I do not dissemble,

On my soul I am just,

I have paid for my sins,

I am sorry.

I stand at last, on the brink,

Waiting for it to come,

I know it must end soon.

I am weeping, undone.