The Road Back

Here is not peace

Not the make-believe peace

Of the rest of the world

Here alone the war still exists

Here stand the lost years

Not been fullfilled

They are marching

Their way is far

It will take long

But it leads forward

They are marching

A dark army

The longest way

Into the heart

Here the unlived life

That finds no rest, cries

Here the strength and the will

Of a youth that died

Poured out in one, upon the night

They are marching

Their way is far;

It will take long

But it leads forward

They are marching

Their way is far

It will take long

But it leads forward

It will take many years

But what is time to them?

They come

And now the wind is still there

On the desolate, dark waste;

It blows and blows, above are the clouds

The sky, the fields

And the endless wide plains

With the trenches

And shell holes

And crosses