“As you rise from the ashes
Left behind by yesteryear
You realise there’s more chances,
In triumph you’ll return here”
When the sun goes down, and off we go to sleep,
Stars shine at night, beyond the clouds, in the sky too deep.
One glimpse of them shooting, in our lucid dreams, is all that we plead.
Lest we forget a star must fall, to make our wishes come true, indeed.
Not that a Solider ever dies, he never grows older.
He’s up there, look from the eyes of the beholder.
A soldier too falls on the ground but touches the sky with glory,
The rest of us just live on, must tell the world their story.