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,