Warriors From The Past
Misty morning veils the land,
Where brave young soldiers lay.
Windswept footprints disappear,
Never to be seen.
Silence is their mournful cry,
Victims of the foe.
Once they fought a valiant fight,
Now, shadows on the hill.
Shallow graves within they lie,
Peace for them at last.
With bowed heads remember them,
Warriors from the past.