Their graves are marked with chiseled stones,
While their bodies lie under so dead and cold...

I kneel down and caress the stone.
The grass is fresh and neatly mown...

I once had a friend who lived in despair,
Though she was beautiful, young, and so fair...

My heart is broken; my eyes full of tears.
She showed me pain and the worst of my fears...

These bugs are all around me.
They really start to confound me...

I stand here all alone.
No comfort from anyone...

He stands in battle proud and strong,
Singing the verses of his company's song...

I look back at my life,
At what it was before...

Some may see it as a chance to leave
This world and all that it would heave...

My life full of pain; my heart fill with hate.
It's starting to become more than I can take...

When I look at you, the love of my life,
I feel so proud to call you my wife...

Throughout my life, I have felt alone.
No one has cared; none has known...