An Angel's Promis

Do not worry now my dear soldier,

       my hand shall always rest upon

       your broad wide shoulder.

If fear courses through your brave viens

       know that you will be safe.

Look not now my dear soldier,

       that bullet wasn't stopped by any o' boulder.

I give you my word and power

       that nothing bad will shower

       upon your kind spirit.

Move not my lovely friend

       for I will be with you 'till the very end.



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