The light flickers at the window pane
A beacon for all to see
A lady peers out in the rain
Oh Lord, send him home to me.
The soldier looks up to the skies
Body crumpled to where he was thrown
Staring now with unseeing eyes
That will never again see home
The fisherman caught in a net of his weaving
Screaming his life at the sea
Fighting his death and still unbelieving
That this could be happening to me
The driver mangled in the remains
Of what was once was his pride
his life ran out with the blood of his veins
Alone, far from home when he died
A flickering light calling for shades of the past
Window glass steams with her breath
Though the night is so long it cannot outlast
The despair and denial of death.