So as I lay and look upon thee
and think back to the times of old,
I remember that time when we felt free
as though the earth was paved with gold.
But now as you bleed out,
sword come to greet your chest,
I begin to wonder how
our optimism came to rest.
From the world nary a sufferer be
comforted in her grasp.
Even the innocent forced to see
many a brave soldier pass.
And so in these final moments,
your journey to Christ draws near.
I help you make you last atonements
and shed a single tear.