A massacre of fallen soldiers lay before me
Eyes of desperation, their hearts on their sleeve
Eyes of desperation, their hearts on their sleeve
Drought
The lake dry only cascading a bed of roses
Tentative inhaling
Fresh from the sorrowful planting
Still their colour blooms
Infectious to the scent I drift closer
Fire away
Hold the head high
The gun powder fills the air
Medallions round their neck they gave their lives for us
Silence falls upon man as we say grace for such hero's
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