Here We Lie In Rows
Here We Lie In Rows
Strewn among the sun bleached shores
Among monuments and waving flags
A foreign land supports our stones
Crisp silence now is ours
Our future’s what we sold
Both men and women
Oh, so ever bold
Their time is stopped
Their goodbyes were never told
Ribbons decorate our thoughts
Bits of colored cloth
In the bottom drawers at home
The master or mistress of the house
Bankrupt of time
Their today not reached
Along the paths of grassy knolls
Here we lie in Rows