The sun will not remember you,
After all the days it has warmed your back.
The stars will not remember me,
Though their light doth pierce the night, and guide me through the black.
The fields will not remember the brothers,
Lost in each other’s war.
The soldier’s cry will echo and die,
Wondering what it was for.
But we will soon forget it too,
All the suffering we did create.
The oblivious world will carry on,
And ease us of our hate.
The birds will continue to sing,
After Silence has stolen your song.
The road knows no end,
So I’ll keep traveling on.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC
The sun will not remember you,
After all the days it has warmed your back.
The stars will not remember me,
Though their light doth pierce the night, and guide me through the black.
The fields will not remember the brothers,
Lost in each other’s war.
The soldier’s cry will echo and die,
Wondering what it was for.
But we will soon forget it too,
All the suffering we did create.
The oblivious world will carry on,
And ease us of our hate.
The birds will continue to sing,
After Silence has stolen your song.
The road knows no end,
So I’ll keep traveling on.