Within the clouds of driving rain,
Amid the mud and screams of pain,
A lonely soul began to cry…
As all around seemed doomed to die.
“Onward…Onward we must fight on,
Before the light of day has gone…
This day has come for us to give,
All we can so our land can live!”
Over and over he heard the cry…
Over and over he saw men die.
Battered limbs and sightless eyes,
Failed to answer the reason why?
On he marched through blood and rain…
Through tears for life and tears of pain.
Crying out to those that fell…
“At least your free of this living hell!”
Louder still the battle raged…
More and more his tired soul aged.
Until the severed limbs meant no more…
Than an eye for an eye… the price of war.