Here he sits alone, forgotten
So many pass by, not once is he spotted
For all the deeds he's done in the past
He gets nothing; no metals, no applause, not even one clap
So many villains he has erased
Now heartbreaking misery clouds his face.
Once renowned, famous and true
He sits here forgotten, sadness anew.
He did it for them, those who walk by
They look in scorn at him where he lies.
"If only they knew"
He thinks to himself
"Maybe they wouldn't be so ungrateful
Perhaps if they realized what I've seen
They'd be more respectful".
But they don't know and so they pass by
Caring nothing for the brave war hero
Waiting for his time to die,