Make a way for him, and give him a hand
He is a wounded soldier
Fighting in the front lines
In a midst of a fierce fire
Bullets, Machine guns and grenades
Make a way for him, give him a hand
He is a wounded soldier
Fighting in the front line
Under heavy rains, cold weather
And burning sun
Give him a hand
He is a wounded soldier
Fighting in the front lines, under heavy
lightings
For recognition
Following orders
Run for him
He is a wounded soldier
He fought for you
By hugging bullets
Bullets that tearth his fresh
Take care of him, Love him
He is a wounded soldier
A standing strong man
That fell
For you
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