The harvest happened regardless
It didn't change with the calendar
Young men were sent into combat
To their death, and the scars of war
Leaders were shot, great men taken
Nothing we could do to stop them
Pulled into the tidal pool of sorrow
Forsaken lives stolen from destiny
Our brokenness reaching
From horizon to horizon
Oblivion tomorrow
Fate plays its hand
Falsely offering solutions
But truth offers the only real hope
