Years have been covered in ash and torment
Children, wives, fathers have not only lost themselves but their loved ones as well
I have lost my Maria, my Opa, and slowly my will to live
I still trace the number they imprinted on my skin
I still see the nightmares and horror, the death and the smell all too real in the starless sky
No matter what I do, what I eat I am still reminded of him
The trenches are continuously covered in poppies and blood
Hope is silver lined and I cannot cross it, it feels all too surreal
It feels as I will never find my hope
Even when I returned home nothing felt the same without him in my arms
The plum trees grew and prospered, the hens covered the grass with a sea of orange
Even though life was around me, I wanted to die
But the day when I had to save Vater, I have found my will to live
The silver line fading, no more words that taunt a good life, it is truly here
I have now found my Issac where the plum trees and poppies grow
And I have learned hope can still be found in war, in the arms I always love
Pegasus 