The Aftermath,
when silence sets in...

All quiet on the Western Front;
nothing seems to stir...

As I look over the trench wall,
I begin to wonder...

The last artillery shell is blasted,
The officer readies his whistle...

When all seems dark,
And you have no one to turn to...

Remember a Hero,
for what he had to give...

Remember a Hero,
for what he had to give...

Love has lost its innocence.
its warm, fuzzy feeling...

O how the hopeless may dream,
of a better tomorrow...

The dormant north wind
lies low...

The impending future,
which we all refused to believe...

To the forgotten Tommy,
the boy that was known by all...