Shadows In The Mist (Now With Audio)

My nephew is fighting in Afghanistan, also my daughter-in-law's brother and cousin. Every day I pray for all the men and women caught up in a war that is not of their choosing.

This is a sincere tribute for all those who are grieving , who are suffering a loss of some kind due to war.

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All those that have fallen,
Their silenced feet march on.
Lives given or stolen,
They have not really gone.

Listen for my son’s voice
Amidst the rustling leaves,
He bravely made his choice,
And now his family grieves.

In every sunset is their colour,
Their spirit it survives;
We thank them for their valour
And for their precious lives.

Listen for my daughter,
Her love of life was strong.
The brook’s clear rippling water,
Now sings her gentle song.

Each morning at daybreak
We pray all wars will cease
That one day we shall wake
To find a world at peace.

In every sunset is their colour,
Their spirit it survives;
We thank them for their valour
And for their precious lives.

All those that have fallen,
Names join a growing list.
Lives given or stolen
Now they're shadows in the mist.

Lives given or stolen
Are now shadows in the mist.