Count the names of those who fell
And felt the pain of the war inside
Smell the air of rotten teeth
And fingernails black as night
Watch the way the people move
Their telly fingers searching for light
Colour your thought with images of snow
Picture that scene without a fright
Learn to think & learn to fight
Feel the pain of the war inside
Find the stranger' steps behind your back
No-one besides you, no place to hide
Hear your last words, smile your last smile
Feel easy with your final thoughts, nothing ahead, nothing behind
Whisper the names of those who fell
And got the strength of losing power in the middle of the fight