With the calm scent of the sea,
strolling down the misty walk,
dimmly lit lanterns burn a fire true,
and in the air I see my years.
Head lowered in a humble pose,
the black now fades into gray,
where are friends when I need them most?
Left behind so long ago.
In another world,
in another time,
but the fire still burns true,
we were here today, and forgot tomorrow,
just a little more sorrow.
As the wall wails on,
the marble carved deep into my soul,
little flowers say hello,
and in the distance the sound of the lone piper,
I am a soldier no more.
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