The silence fell across the land of the dead
Last breaths of men become one with the wind
Stumbling gents fall to their knees as though they have cast their worries away with a drink
Yet, I still stand
Surrounded by men who do not rise to their feet
No emotions left to wither with the dead
No names to call out since a number is their name
My tattered clothing hangs from my slender figure
I see a picture here, money there
no value to them now
So, I lift the heavy log that should have been walking on its own
Away from this place that the dead will now call home
Seeing the faces without any light
The eyes open so they can still see right?
I close the eyes so they will not have to bear
The sight of the others who all stare
I drag the log to the trench
Seeing the others who have yet to pass
I throw it to the others,
and cold skin touches mine
And within that second I saw his life
The children I wish I had
The clothes I would love to bear
And a wife that I would adore
Though none exist no more
The children will fall to tears
The clothes will stay hidden
And the wife will become silent
A widow of the war
Yet, I am one only to know
Of the life this man once had
Since others will forget
The men who once were living
And the battle they died fighting
Though I shall never forget
The memory of this field
The men who stumbled to their knees
The last breaths mixing with the cold wind
And the silence that fell across the land of the dead.
Last breaths of men become one with the wind
Stumbling gents fall to their knees as though they have cast their worries away with a drink
Yet, I still stand
Surrounded by men who do not rise to their feet
No emotions left to wither with the dead
No names to call out since a number is their name
My tattered clothing hangs from my slender figure
I see a picture here, money there
no value to them now
So, I lift the heavy log that should have been walking on its own
Away from this place that the dead will now call home
Seeing the faces without any light
The eyes open so they can still see right?
I close the eyes so they will not have to bear
The sight of the others who all stare
I drag the log to the trench
Seeing the others who have yet to pass
I throw it to the others,
and cold skin touches mine
And within that second I saw his life
The children I wish I had
The clothes I would love to bear
And a wife that I would adore
Though none exist no more
The children will fall to tears
The clothes will stay hidden
And the wife will become silent
A widow of the war
Yet, I am one only to know
Of the life this man once had
Since others will forget
The men who once were living
And the battle they died fighting
Though I shall never forget
The memory of this field
The men who stumbled to their knees
The last breaths mixing with the cold wind
And the silence that fell across the land of the dead.