LAST SOLDIER Booted feet through desert march Instrument of death held ready Searching for an enemy to kill Footsteps long and steady The sun bears down mercilessly The desert shows no end Still no sign of the enemy But no sign of a friend Where did all the people go Where are all the trees There are no more animals No elephants no fleas He has searched for three long years Across the wasted land Through dead rainforests and mountain range And now through desert sand All he has found so far is death Of an enemy of a friend No one is alive to greet him Is this how the war shall end He is the last soldier His side wins but at what cost There is no one to celebrate victory In reality all have lost He is all alone in the barren world The last of a race long dead There is no one left to kill Or see him raise the gun to his head