As she watches the sunset
Over the hill
She listens to the battlefield;
Cold and still.

The bodies lie silently
Unburied, blue and gray.
The sadness is shown where
The glory is slain.

Colors show the separation
Of what the war has done,
But as the soldiers lie together;
Pain is seen as one.

The victory of preservation
Cannot heal a wounded

The country they made
Was strong and true,
How could simple colors
Tear it in two?

The country is gone,
Their leader is dead,
Now they must save it
From further bloodshed.