I lay me down, to sleep once more 

To rest my weary head 

Where all have lain, for ages past 

In this, our family bed 

To wait for he, who comes each eve 

My memory to ignite 

With trips of wonder, and of awe 

Across this land so bright. 
 
 
  

I drift away in slumbers sweet 

Then hear that gentle sound 

As I am lifted from this place 

To float, across the ground 

We journey on, cross vale and hill 

In silence as we go 

Through time and space, we do return 

To days so long ago 
 
 
 
 

And now I see, there in the dark 

Those tents, in structured rows 

Filled with men, all dressed in gray 

An eerie light, it glows 

We swoop on down, to join these souls 

Though they know not we are here 

They do not see our ghostly forms 

Unaware we are so near. 
 
 
 
 

They talk of how the fight will be 

Upon this coming morn 

With trembling voice, and moistened eyes 

And hope, thats so forlorn 

They speak of home, and children sweet 

Of ones now left behind 

Of wifely lips, and Mother`s arms

And eyes that were so kind 
 
 

"How will I fare" I hear one say 

"Should I meet a friend. 

Which one of us will make the choice 

A friendship there to end" 

"And should I die on morrows morn 

Who will tell them how 

I fought and died for them dear God. 

Maybe they’ll never know" 
 
 
 
 

These men so brave, rest quiet now 

In lonely solitude 

Each lost in thought and mortal fear 

Of sights already viewed 

Sleep does not come, there is no chance 

To dream a last goodbye 

Just lie awake, and wonder how 

It feels, to fight and die 
 
 
 
 

So now we leave, and make our way 

Back to my sheltered life 

Where fear and pain no longer stay 

To haunt me through the night 

Oh here I could go back in time 

And change what happened then 

Remove this slaughter from our past 

Reclaim those lonely men 
 
 
 
 

And now I’m back within my bed 

To see approaching dawn 

Once more to wipe away a tear 

To greet the sun, reborn 

I`ll ne`er forget these mortal men 

Nor cast them from my mind 

Their memories etched upon my soul 

Forever there to find 
 
 
 
 

The night is done, and now I wake 

To start my daily task 

To nightfall to survive dear Lord 

This is all I ask 

To go once more, to see these men 

And join them, as they pray 

And I give thanks, to God above 

For dreams. And men. In gray