The Lament
These fields of green that peaceful lie
The grass does secrets now belie
For deep within this tender ground
Are echoes of far distant sighs
Where now the softest footsteps tread
Was once a scene all soaked in red
And calling us from long ago
The voices of the noble dead
We'll hear their voices on the breeze
A faintest whisper in the trees
Though songbirds all now dare to sing
Where now these shadows lie at ease
Each drop of dew reminds us well
Each blade of grass, a tale of tell
And flower petals give their blooms
In memory of the ones who fell
We'll always know what's gone before
It happened once, pray nevermore
They gave their lives for all our days
And now they sleep for evermore
