We are the bereaved
Who ache for those eyes
That laughter, that smile
Nightmares of your cries

We are the waiting
The weeping, lonely ones
We are the beseeching,
'Oh lay down your guns!'

We are the unforgetting
Your faces haunt our sleep
We are the stricken
Able only to weep

We are the haunted
The talking ghosts
To our broken souls
Our bodies play hosts