Setting sun that crowns the hill, its glory overflowing
Casts its light upon a form laying in the vale.
Ne’er a glance it gives, not a second spared
For the beauty all around, or the splendor glowing.
No, this form, a boy bowed low, a weighty burden bears.
A burden which could crush the soul, with sorrow overwhelming
From a soul so crushed, grief and anguish flow
Stirred by love, a love now lost, his message now he shares…
A tribute in the field here,
To those now past that we held dear
But for a time. For now their gone
Naught is left for us but remembrances.
A mother, strong and full of love,
Her passion ne’er was overcome.
A brother, young and sweet, but rough
And tumble always his play.
This tribute is not words alone
A vow I add and threat, to those
Whose hands are stained with precious blood.
A life for life, I swear to bring.
Darkness now envelops the scene, child and all concealing.
But still the night air carries the oath, which the boy as spoken.
What sorrow twists a soul, to such darkness sworn?
And whence comes the pain that drives the young to measures so disheartening?
