He blesses the boys as they stand in line

The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine

He's there to help them all that he can

To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man.

He smiles at the young soldiers tells them it's all right

He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight

Soon there'll be blood and many will die

Mothers and fathers back home they will cry.

He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile

The order is given

They move down the line

But he's still behind and he'll meditate

But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate

As the young men move out into the battle zone

He feels good, with God you're never alone

He feels tired and he lays on his bed

Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said.

Sky pilot... Sky Pilot

You're soldiers of God you must understand

The fate of your country is in your young hands

May God give you strength

Do your job real well

If it all was worth it

Only time it will tell.

In the morning they return

With tears in their eyes

The stench of death drifts up to the skies

A soldier so I'll looks at the sky pilot

Remembers the words

"Thou shalt not kill"