... and we bow to the fallen.
The ones that didn't make it.
In the deepest corners they stand solemn
As modern day reminders, they never quit.
They stand united
A single unity to refrain
From hunger, cold and pain
To a war they were not "invited".
And they fought
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
The ground their movements hinder.
To escape the destiny they sought.
They perished abiding their task
Devoted their lives to an ideal
They thought it was so real
safe and sound, in peace at last.