The sun sets on victory
The final day of history
The battle field is littered deep
With the souls of soldiers dead asleep
Out of the depths the children come
Empty eyes are far from home
Gazing awed across the sky
And as I watch, I wonder Why

Why so many souls to die
At the price of victory?
Why sets the sun on a bloodstained sky
Why my heart's defeated cry?
Wondering as the children come
Across the field where I died
Empty souls come far from home
Would it be different had I tried?

The home they had is no more
And so they come, weak and poor
Young and old, the children rise
A new world to meet their eyes
Know they not from whence they come
So much that they know not their home?
As they laugh and dance and cry,
I turn away and wonder Why

Why does peace arise from war?
Why repeat mistakes made before?
Why rises the moon on a tortured sky
When all I do is wonder why?
Wondering as the children rise
Across the thousands who had died
Hope and happiness in their eyes
Oblivious of those who had tried

Secrets lost and scars reopened
In a single, silent moment
Him who loves me, my heart's enemy
Can never be mine, and he cannot see
The shame upon which this war was built
My heart's pain, my heart's guilt
That my life was a house of lies
Because now I see and know why

Why soldiers who would give their lives
To save a country torn and broken
Why the sun rises on a redeemed sky
At the price of freedom, they were willing to die
So the children, when they come
Would not see their country's faults
For the children's innocent eyes
The soldiers fought and lost their lives

As the sun rises on the final day
The clouds of the past are blown away
So as to the light the children's road
And lift from my shoulders my life-long load
All passed deaths have paid for me
The hundred souls who haunted me

I stare across the dawn sky
Below the children dance and cry
And no more need have I
To ever more wonder why