I've come along this trail again today I'll take some time in lonely hours And save a thought for decay Stones and mossy monuments, weather stained Sit a while and watch the patterns Of the puddles in the rain It comes these days I wonder more and more Just where the lines are drawn In my private war Water shimmers, eyes blur as I pray While thoughts and images from the brigade Fade away I've come along this trail again today I'll take some time in lonely hours And save a thought for decay