Hush
I have marched, for years on end.
My comrades fell, as I defend,
The goals I set. My armies fled,
fell as they ran,trampled our dead.
Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I'm afraid
The ghost of comrades Dead and gone
rise in my path to do me wrong.
As wars are fought, Armies abide.
Should I be tried,
For men who died?
Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I'm afraid
Writer/s: LOOMIS FALL, THOMAS PKA SODA GARDOCKI, DAVID GEORGEFF, JOSEPH SUBBIONDO, THO
