Fallen on the ground ( poetic ' without a sound' version)

Fallen soldier on the ground

Fallen slowly without a sound

Looking up , where you see

Hope still growing on the tree

 

Hope of peace, freedom and love

Hope that shines, high above

In the skies, now so grey

Where the demons, now they play

 

Games of power and of lies

That fill with blood the skies

Falling slowly to the ground

On the soldier, without a sound

Done