The Fallen

The Fallen

I know that I shall meet my fate

To the one who`s in the clouds above

But my fate was snatched by men

Driven by hate not fueled with love

So they told us to fight

To fight a war that was not right

As we hear the shells roar

And as we hear the battle cry

Others return, others just die

As we go over the top, and crossed death valley

We were mowed down by bullets that formed a volley

But those who I fight, I do not hate

Those who I guard some I do not love

No law nor duty bade me to fight

Nor Public men nor cheering crowd

But they`d never know what`s it like when your hope is gone,

You`d just stare up in the cloud

A lonely impulse of delight

Drive towards the tumults of the clouds

But they may not grow old

But we that are left will grow old

They shall no longer feel the pain

As we that are left will feel

And they shall no longer be haunted by the memories

As we who are left are being haunted

From the going down of the sun

To the rising of the moon

They shall be remembered

And so I balanced all, brought all to mind

The years to come the waste of breath,

The waste of breath from the years behind

And to balance with this life,

And to balance with this death.