This is not the end of a battle chant
When will their glory fade?
No polished medals to be worn
No patriotic parade.
A peacetime loss seems greater somehow
Sweeping through the land
And without choice a numbers game
That’s hard to understand.
Today we remember them
How hard the year has been
We look back and think of thousands
And ones we bring to mind
And struggle how magnified is the loss of humankind.
And we hope because the light is there
And pray for better times.