Bravery that fills their heart as it bursts within,
covers the body of his friend as sound,
echoed cries heard within the wall;
tears through the seering silence of seconds.

Covered the body of his friend, as sound
upon polished stone, for war that wasn't war
tears through the seering silence of seconds.
Yesterday's sons, fifty thousand names etched

upon polished stone, for war that wasn't war.
Fathers pound their fists in anguished need.
Yesterday's sons, fifty thousand names etched.
What heroes there were that day revealed.