Snow

We join for many reasons,

To march, to sail, to fly.

But in the end the only choice,

Is where we choose to die.

...

Lying in the snowy ground,

Under a fading sun.

After battle won and lost,

After all's been said and done.

...

And the snow keeps coming,

To where our bodies lie.

Shrouded by the tears of,

An ever weeping sky.