With the Old Breed

Tell me you're not about the truth

I can see just fine

Buried in the shallow mud

Floating in the rain and blood

Too dangerous to save

Too young to die

The little whisper in my ear

Has gone away

Murdered with a bayonet

Lost to the cold and wet

Left me to wonder why

And did not say goodbye

Though it is impossible

I still believe

I believe in Hell and pain

I believe in hate and strain

I believe that Jesus saves

But I don't know why