Where life and death meet

Walking amidst well-worn earth,

Past stone and stone

Etched deep in memories now forgotten.

There is a peace in this forgetfulness.

While hearts were torn, and twisted

Like those bodies that were felled -

The earth springs up with new life

Without regard of how one felt.

Here - the battle raged on.

And there a war was begun.

"And, how many more must fall down,

Until your battles can be won?"

No, here the war has lulled,

And weary men do sleep.

Here where the blood of young boys

Ran as rivers cut too deep.

Yes, here my restless heart finds solace and reprieve.

Here amongst the gravestones 

Whose hearts also cease to beat.

"Memory," the wind's echo -

"She can come as she please.

She'll write her own accounts on your hearts as you sleep."

Who will write the truth,

Right the errors that she leaves?

Who will remember the way,

When all have gone asleep?