All we leave are footprints
And even they don’t last
Echoes of a simpler time
That seems lost to the past

War is a hungry creature
With an appetite for men
It continues today in feeding
Just like it did back then

To see the rifles downward
Barrels buried in the sand
Not the way they should be
Upright and held in hand

Each one took a piece of me
Until there was no more
A passenger on a solemn ship
Destined for distant shores