Shadows lengthening.
95 steps I’m taking.
With every step I’m longing
for the luck to keep on living.

The drum calls me back again
to my senses,
filled with shame.

I wish this night
would never end,
and no-man’s-land
the sun would not rise again.

There was laughing, & I could not laugh.
There was singing, & I could not sing.
The big guns called me back again.

I hear voices singing.
I hear the guns beginning.
Far off, far away
I hear the guns again.