The souls that were lost
For one simple cost
For peace they said
While hearts wept and bled

To live in this place
To never see a crying face
Would be so simple to dream.
But to hear a child scream

but eventually the warrior will fall to his knees
when all is broken, even dreams

"it was to protect" he will mumble
As his tired feet guide him with much stumble

down a path well worn