Put on your brave face and march
Down the silent battlefield
Your wheels spinning on the cold floor
And stirring up echoes of brave feats past
Breaking the silence.
Let me cry into you
For the injustice that these acts, these battles you fought
It upsets me.
Bandage up his wounds and make his brave face real
Brighten his skin and clear his eyes
Make him see
That I know
He is wonderful.