Maybe it should have been you
     Lying in his own blood bleeding to death,
            Waiting for the medics to come and wishing
It was them instead of you.
Thinking of a bottlove beer you were drinking,
     And a woman you left alone
               And the love you could have made - might never have the chance now,
Crying and wishing that you could have those ten seconds over again.
There's no shame in dying,
     There's not shame in that kind of anger - knowing that you're going to die.
Yeah, you're just a young soldier.
Oh, you never had the time, and if you did,
                                  Never took it to understand,
                                                        Or if you understood it,
You just never stood a chance.
If all of a sudden the world is reduced to you and a pool of blood,
Whose blood is it going to be?