Raindrops On The Battlefield.
by david-p-carroll
The raindrops fall all through the night
The sky cold dark and grey and
On scarred earth where brave men lie
Each drop a gentle flow
Beneath a quiet dark sky
And thr rain continues to flow and
No thunder's roar or might
Just whispers on the ground
Washing away the blood from the fight
Where silence can be found
And the raindrops coming to flow and
A tear for what has been
A balm for sorrow deep
A peaceful cleansing scene
While weary warriors sleep
And the rain continues to flow.