High above the world unseen
With my life at my command
Watching the rivers of death run by
In this green and pleasant land
Rivers of blood, that are shed by man,
As they trickle slowly by,
Caused by Wars near and far,
There is no reason why
Death is so absalute
As I walk this green and pleasant land
But death is all about me
In all this land I find
But greeness can be seen
Against the speckled spots of blood
The greeness of the trees
As they climb gently within the wood
But on the riverbanks
There tells a different story
Of man and all his wisdom
Causing Wars for all his Glory
Yet, I can come here
To find the truth and reason why
The Laws of the Governments
The Truth they cannot hide
But all about me, there is greed
A sinful thing, I know,
The German army knew this
As they lay dying in Russian snow
But yet the wind does softly blow
And the ripples of life go by
These Wars will get more common,
And more men shall surely die.
So on this letter I will write
Of life not yet seen
And yet all the Wars on earth
Will never see where I have been
And gently down the riverside
At the graveyard I will stand
And yet I look about me
And see a green and pleasant land.