I dreamed I saw a soldier wounded and dying
as his blood trickled onto the sands  
of a far-eastern desert.
And I dreamed I saw men 
who were engaged in heavy combat.
I heard their battle cries.
And as the battlefield continued to take its toll, 
the wounded and dying were laid to the rear,
and their blood poured onto the sands 
of a far-eastern desert.
And then I dreamed I saw the nails 
pierce the hands
of the man who saved the world.
And his blood fell on the stones 
of a far-eastern city
not far from the sands 
of a far-eastern desert.