• The rain falls softly upon the battlefield,
    But i yet refuse to surrender or yield.
    Because i cannot win i now write to you,
    That you may know my love is true.
    I fight for selfish reasons no more,
    But only to save you do i prepare myself for war.
    I'm sorry i won't ever be there to raise our son,
    Or share again with you the beauty of the setting sun.
    I'm sorry i couldn't be a better man,
    Able to be there and take your hand.
    But i must tell you before i go,
    To face this enemy i cannot overthrow,
    Tis not for the blade in my chest that from my eyes these tears depart,
    But for the pain I know will break your heart.