We should have risen to a higher state,
but we were merely men and lost our way.
Afraid, treading softly across the coals
in fear of waking demons
that lay dormant in our souls.

Noiselessly, in a world of anguish
we sent prayers drifting off to die,
then we did what men will do
we fought...we killed...
and we survived.

Out of the confusion and the chaos
there arose a kind of peace
and after sifting through the corpses
of half remembered dreams,
we can sometimes pretend -
Ah, but no.
We are merely men
and never can forget.