The Lost War

We salute you brave soldiers, though the time is not now

The enemy will come and crush us like corn under a plow

You may wonder why it happened, truly how

But it was unavoidable so forgive us now

Our position is strong, though it will fall

The enemy will come and smash through our great wall

We can slow them down, maybe make them stall

So our comrades afar can have time to make family calls

Many men have died now

The French soldiers say the battle is ‘mal’

But the soldiers stand bravely

With new honor made daily

And for them I will fight

To bring new light

For today

We pray

Amen