Baskadia

I don't want to go
So his heart says
Wife behind
Children behind

When called he dares not answer
When he leaves,
Whatever troubles him,
is up to him
His mouth is sealed
Hearts are saddened

Give and he follows
Fight with his life
Lose close ones when finished
Shoes dirty
Cloths dirty
Still he smiles
When ' dies he is honored
A bullet in the air
As a wine for him (for the brotherhood'cheers)
Proud. That's why He is my unsung hero.