[Soldier]
To stretch out on the grass as I used to do.
To gaze at the sky, feel the morning dew.
A quiet pint at the end of the day.
The scent of new mown hay.
These things mean so much, these things that are real.
Things that you don't have to beg, borrow, or steal.
Simple joys, not rich toys.
At the end of the day when you set out the stall,
They're the only things really worth having at all.