I live in a world of living, and of dead.
My friend, my Father- when will I join them?
A man lies dying on a foreign field,
the names of his children on his lips.
What consequence? Who shall hear?
Those children soon follow.
A thousand yesterdays have passed,
carrying with them a thousand souls.
A thousand tomorrows lie ahead,
along with only one certainty.
One of those days will be mine,
and I but a brief memory.