Kudu sxul ing

Where to turn and who to seek, You’re almost never needed now. No good or evil, nothing speaks, A silver cross upon your brow. To God you raise your eyes, you see, No strength is left for you to cry. You breathe out steam so silently, While all around, the war roars by. The war goes on, and people fall, And those who look like men decay. Each bears his cross, but after all, Their trophies won’t be quite the same. From darkness, eyes grow pale and wide, Their masters long gone from the scene. From night to day, and day to night, They search for someone, lost, unseen. The winds have mixed with mournful moans, An echo of the cries stands still. You married in a church, alone, She'll have to bury you, she will. Despair pulls the heart from chest, Sorrows tear the soul apart. You remember many best, But what of you remains in hearts? Few will remember you, indeed, Within a year, you'll fade away. Except your parents and the one who heeds, A faithful love, a friend who stays. So little time for thoughts to sprout, The heart decides, and none delay. I tell you all, reverse the route, Kiss the eyes of those who stay.