• We are the hungry and the cold,

    The forgotten and the old,

    Lost in the shadows of time,

    Taken in the middle of our prime.

    We are the children without mothers,

    Without home or shelter,

    We march on through the days

    Hoping to find our place.

    We are the wandering soldiers,

    Hated by friend and foe,

    As we fight our own brothers

    And are ourselves laid low.

    We are the tired and the broken,

    Blamed for the anothers sin,

    Beaten for anothers wrongs,

    But innocent all along.

    We are the ones who fought

    Who watched with eyes bloodshot

    As all we loved was rent asunder

    And our closest friends were laid down under.

    We cried, we bled, we died,

    You cannot say we did not try,

    We fought for our lives and our homes,

    But all the while, we fought alone..