All of the pale soldiers
Laying in blood and monochrome
Fallen dead in the meadow
She moves, fluttering amongst them
Kissing their frozen lips
And shutting their eyes,
for they shall slumber now
Their silent, curled bodies in the heavy dark

She was a daughter of war,
she was.
And she does not understand
The stains of ruby upon their uniforms
To her they are only sleeping

She belongs to this field as well
Where the earth has broken
The canons, she can still hear them
And these lost men hear them too,
forever marching in shrouds of smoke

What will they do now?
Will they still fight this marring war?
Or will they rest,
rest

It is silent—it is calm
But she is running and dancing
To the ever beating war drums
She wants to be there when they wake,
this haunted child lost