The man who would not go down

The enemy’s marching ahead.
My country is foiled.
There is succor in the air tonight
And I am standing alone with a gun in my hand.
There is a sea of the dead;
There is water till my neck;
There is a bullet in my head,
And I refuse to go down.
Only my breath can be heard
And somewhere in the distance,
The sound of a bunch of boots marching around.
I wish they’d come near-
The dead only lessen my fear,
The pain is not an impediment
As I am here
With the name on my tongue,
With the spirit in my soul
Of a glory that long ago died
Which was by a lone soldier revived-
I want to see those faces here
And look into their eyes
To watch my flame of ambition ignite.
The enemy is marching away,
My armor is tearing away,
I have got no ally to say
That I am not going down.
Though the lights may be out
I can see my destiny lit
I can see the old single soldier
Fighting to the hilt.
And I can see me in his place,
Ready to die to save
A Cause that is withering away.
Yet, I am afraid of death
Because, like the old soldier’s,
I can’t see my Cause die with me.
As they remember the lone soldier,
Let them remember me,
As the man of steel who would not,
In the worst of storms, go down.
Let them remember me,
As the last soldier who went down,
And came back again.