Forlorn, sunken in demeaner,
So long the old man stands
The war, which on his watch occurred,
Has torn too many men
Seen on patrol nigh every day
But no ground does he gain
He hopes, praying problems away
Yet still some more lay slain
With every Ave with each breath
He knows a soul he\'ll save
Longing for mercy, dreading death
He sighs into a daze
So honorable, years on end
He\'s sought to fix his wrong
Can one man still really defend?
How does he stand so long?