The unknown soldier's strangled cry
Sounds like the boyfriend's continuing lie.
The rain pounds on the glass pane
The sadness deep is still the same.
And by this unkown soldiers grave
We remember the men and all they gave.
Their pained yells echoing in my head
Floating around me, causing dread.
I wish I could help them
But they're stuck back then.
I wish I could show them hope and love
But there is no freedom
Without the white dove.
