A cold wind gushes your way,
As the sun lays down her arms,
On the ground, with your friends you lay,
Looking out for a screaming alarm.
For a second you think it is done,
But a sound of a great demise
Tells a story that has begun
For those, who think they are wise.
'Hold the line!' the sergeant yells.
Brave men controlling the field,
Veterans wounded by enemy shells
Will not give up, will not yield.
A moment of silence, a quick catch of breath
Is ruined by anger and national pride.
Your comrads stand up to their deaths,
All of the crushing fear put aside.
You see them kill an unkwown soldier-
A lonely mother will cry for her loss,
As the ground gets colder and colder.
Should you help, should you cross?
You put down your weapon – no hesitation.
You're not a monster, a mindless minion,
You won't give up to the temptation
A life comes first, not a madman's opinion.
You can't believe the drunken power,
Of those, who lived, you are the only,
You're not a coward,
You're just lonely.