Above the battle field so high
And soaring in the sun
Fly carrion birds across the sky
Above the men who run.
They run for battle and for lands
For families left behind
And run a race against the sands
Of the killer – Time
And as the war does onward rage
Death stalks the fields and streets
He takes boys’ lives at such young age
And stills the hearts’ wild beats
And what remains after the war
When all are dead and gone?
When men are old and stiff and sore
And life is all but done?
Yet hope remains while hearts are true
And glorious deeds will shine
And peaceful rest like morning dew
Shall ease the aches of time