Pete,
Some corrections, plus the writer.

Written by John Richards, and having read my posting, I see some corrections are needed (Shown in CAPITALS). That's what you get when the caffeine runs out!

Here I stand in a land that isn't my own,
Far from the country I know as home,
Sent here by government, armed by a king,
And I'm told I must kill men in order to bring
Peace to a foreign land.

Here he lies in a land that isn't his own,
IN THE GREY OF A country he called his OWN,
Sent here by governments, who might not agree,
And if someone must kill him, God, why is it me?
To bring peace to a foreign land.

Don’t despise the deserter.
Don’t despise the deserter.
Don’t despise the deserter
Who ran from the war.
Don’t despise the deserter.
Don’t despise the deserter.
Don't despise the deserter
Who ran from the war.

I ran down to pull him away from the wire.
Rifles to the left of me started to fire.
He was riddled with bullets. I was smothered in blood,
And I DON'T SEE how murdering somebody could
Bring peace to a foreign land.

Chorus

So I ran from the fighting, and I threw down my gun.
I ran WITH the moon, and I slept BY the sun.
Arrested by government, charged by the king,
To be shot, 'cause I can't kill in order to bring
Peace to a foreign land.

Chorus