The ground is stained as a reminder
Of the battle that took place here
Rain has washed away the memories
But not drowned away the fear
Guns were fired, lives were lost
Hearts were broken on this land
No life dares ever grow here
As token to those who still stand
The moon never shines it light
On this dreary barren ground
The skies are always cloudy grey
To keep the sadness hanging around
The graves are built to weather the storm
But lonely, no flowers make their beds
With nobody to remember this
There’s no one here to rest their heads
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
The ground is stained as a reminder
Of the battle that took place here
Rain has washed away the memories
But not drowned away the fear
Guns were fired, lives were lost
Hearts were broken on this land
No life dares ever grow here
As token to those who still stand
The moon never shines it light
On this dreary barren ground
The skies are always cloudy grey
To keep the sadness hanging around
The graves are built to weather the storm
But lonely, no flowers make their beds
With nobody to remember this
There’s no one here to rest their heads
