I won't raise my hand in anger;
I won't speak no words of spite
The friends I had have parted;
I stand barren in the night
The memories I kept of the friends,
They claimed to be
They will perish when I waken,
And it's freedom that I feel
Let us meet in the trenches,
Let us dance in the sun
Let us kiss in the bloodshed,
Till the future has come.