I have marched for years on end.
My comrades fell as I defend
The goals I set. My armies fled,
Fell as they ran, trampled our dead
Hush…
I’m back through the field, I am hush.
All the ghosts of the dead are awake.
I am afraid.
The ghosts of comrades dead and gone
Rise in my path to do me wrong.
As wars are fought, armies abide.
Should I be tried for men who died?
Hush…
I’m back through the field, I am hush.
All the ghosts of the dead are awake.
I am afraid.