SoC 3:1

Hearts are Made to Bleed (World War One)

The graves of soldiers in regimental lines and unpronounced
Tombstones in long processions of military parade
Muteness ladens the air heavily all life denounced
Bundles masses of soldiers lie cold beside their comerades

Of course is it lonely during the day
Eerie silence hovers ceaselessly willing a prayer
Faith is renewed as you remember and stay
Admiring their trust and yet mourning with care

Tears roll down freely along forlorn faces
Sobering reality injected, just so many races
Observing lone roses I conservatively cede
All hearts choke tightly and weeping they bleed