Eleventh Hour
There, on the hills I challenged overseas
Did I meet a foe that bested me
Strong and mighty were his every word
All of which I heard
Short is my story, alone in my glory
Increasing hopes of afterlife
For king and country, becoming nobody
I wash away my endless strife
As I lie beneath the old oak tree
The cold and viscous mud caresses me
A jarring flash strikes across the sky
I close my eyes
Short is my story, alone in my glory
Increasing hopes of afterlife
For king and country, becoming nobody
I wash away my endless strife
Time is broken as we suffer, waiting for our lives to end
Who did we offend?
Time is broken, life gets tougher, as the minutes do append
Hopes will never mend
Who did we offend?
Autor(es): Carl Jaske
