What madness is this?
What destiny is here?
What plague, what draft that blows it towards me?
God have faith in this place.
Break the chains of grace and bring back the memories…
of those who love you.

Careless and free.
Making outlines in the snow, just a youth in aspiration.
Hurrying into the evening dark.
“Making my way home”, he says.
He thinks he heads in the right direction…
but alas becomes so lost.

Marks and bruises.
The toils of life were here.
Taking from the innocent their capacity to feel, to forgive.
We must hope they will heal.
For in their scars they are lost to us…
even now their screams haunt my dreams.

Tempted fate did they?
Thought they could escape?
Their hopes and aspirations passed into silence.
Their eyes dulled and faded.
Now they walk ever so slowly homewards…
as broken men returning from war.