Lost Soldiers
We march on
through ash and flame
Our heads hung low
with guilt and shame
No one shall see
our eyes filled with pain
As we move on
while bodies remain
In fields and streets
a bloody stain
Forgotten pride
our brothers slain
through ash and flame
Our heads hung low
with guilt and shame
No one shall see
our eyes filled with pain
As we move on
while bodies remain
In fields and streets
a bloody stain
Forgotten pride
our brothers slain