Where have you gone o' soldier strong?
Did you chase after battle's song?
Did you head out to mend the wrong?
How long shall you be gone? How long?
A grievance born, a broken trance
Passed gates of death the living prance
Forgotten families forced to dance
Across the woe created hence.
Upon the casket sleeps the pall
Honoring your triumphant fall
A triumph not to me at all
Not worth the tears the mourners bawl.
The gales of joy that once had blown
A laughter now no longer known
No memories to soon be grown
For you have left them all alone
Because you wished to mend the wrong.
Where have you gone o' soldier strong?
How long shall you be gone? How long?
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