““Detached gibbous moonlight, Befalls me, Lying still on a sandy hill, In a place far from home. Home, where your warm hands, Once embraced me, Where you suckled me at birth, And kissed me goodnight, Where I once played as a child. Now bereft and solitary, I lie still far away, In a foreign field of sand, They'll bring me home To you soon, To lay me down In an earthen chamber, Beneath a green patch, Close to you, so close, Far from the guns of war.””
