Old Soldier

Pull up the blinds now, it's a brand new day Lately they all look the same He's a fighter but he knows he's losing his brain Work's over, old soldier And he sits in a dead room Sterilizer and perfume And the lights are slowly going dim Under daily assistance He looks into the distance Like he sees his past in a camera lens Life of stagnation, three meals and a chair Body is tired, in his face is despair Work's over, old soldier And he sits in a dead room Sterilizer and perfume And the lights are slowly going dim Under daily assistance He looks into the distance Like he sees his past in a camera lens Deep breath, acceptance Take me, Lord, I welcome you, it's been the sweetest dream