in silence stand we alone among our dead
when out of stillness our voice is heard above a whisper, to say, our time is now, the night indeed has fallen, we must awake the morning with our tears
in silence we remember the young man off to war for no renown or glory seek, with no cause or victory ,in sorrow we see them go, to war without end, or is the end in sight? No one knows, for no battle won seems an enemy to apprehend
is there an end to sorrow? Can anyone know? We sit by moving water, years become our lives, stillness and silence are all that remain.