In a perilous fight between two countries,
Instead of becoming one we left one behind.
For this is not the first time we have left our own,
We have done it once or twice before.
As some have smiled at those who have fallen,
Others have cried for our losses.
We are strong, a fighter in the dark,
We are weak when we leave those who carried us.
How many will make this trip to the end?
How many will fall?
As a team we would all be there in the end.
We now go forward with less than when we started,
To the end we push on taking a glance back.
This has shown that even the mighty can fall.
Mighty we were, mighty we lost, mighty we shall be once more.
For now we are the fallen.
