Pound my chest in lambasting sorrow
Rend my clothing from my bent back,
Flog my skin deep into tomorrow,
Take my sight and make all black,
Abandon me to the deepest shadow,
As if all the pain and suffering,
Might to my side through sadness bring,
Your return from the field buried shallow.

They say you died a hero’s death,
Leading others to take that hill
Commanding with your last breath
Driving emotion and force of will,
Leaving behind the family for death,
To a far off land and blood to spill.