I've been to both ends of the world.
I've seen fire and ice,
I've gambled my life
on one roll of the dice.
I've held the hand of the devil and
looked into his hypnotic eyes,
while enemy bullets searched
for my demise.
I've see death, destruction,
starvation and unadulterated fear.
And for that, I've shed
more than a single tear.
I've fought loneliness,
sadness of depression
and the desire to die.
But, death by my hand
I can not abide.
For I dare not tread
where Angels fly.
For some unknown reason
I am still here and for that reason.
I must stay alive.
until the Ark angel of death arrives.
