This is where fear turns to bravery
where kindness is given among a hail of bullets
where the victor is one that saves
even with the aspect true of an early grave

Here in the fields of the brave
I sit and praise the fallen
looking at photos of loved ones
I cry and praise the fallen

Each name written in blood
each one I call hero
whist all around me I see
cold hands clasping to the skies

This cold and forgotten battlefield
do now I stand and bow my head
and not for the last time in my life
I praise the fallen.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris