Oh God, please protect me from my innermost fears,
only a few more months till I'm through my year.
They needed a volunteer to go down the hole.
All you needed was courage and a believing soul.

The first time was easy; the excitement was there.
You knew the enemy was close, but just not where.
Time after time you go beneath the ground,
darkness, the enemy; your friend, the sound.

You look for shadows or a weapon glare.
You're a veteran of the tunnel with a ghost-like stare.  
"Tunnel Rat Forward," the sergeant yells.
They call it a hole; you call it hell.

Oh God, please protect me from my innermost fears,
only a few more months till I'm through my year.