Pencil Rain

The possible dream

Finale of scenes

The moment that some call eternal

That some call insane

Now helmets on each head

Awaiting the first lead

The pageant is named

The pencil rain

The infantry stands

And holds out his hands

The marshal's binoculars focus

And skyward they train

They're searching the yonder blue

They look out for number two

The heraldry of the pencil rain

And now hear the roar

That none can ignore

The thunderous clatter of splintering wood

And lives that are claimed

And none who have witnessed all

Can speak of a nobler cause

Than perishing in

The pencil rain

The pencil rain

The pencil rain

The pencil rain