When I call out in terror as all around me fall…
will my cry be heard above battles call?
When I lay down my life for all I believe…
will my memory be honoured and make noble my deed?
When my body is carried all broken and torn…
will you talk of wars history and promise to learn?
When the love ones I leave stumble with grief…
will the ground still be hallow with my body beneath?
When all men are buried and there are no more to die…
will then only Angels be... to sit and ponder why?
