Slowly nears the night
Silence fills the air
The afterglow of the fading day - twinkles in magic light
The weapons are silent now
Ours is the victory
The darkness of night – covers the sight of the fallen on the battlefield
Far from the distance we hear a sound
The cathedral bells announce a glorious day
Finally we cross the town
The virgin at our side
The battle is won – joy everywhere – we see an elated crowd
But still there's something, decreasing her joy and hurting her heart
Her only thought is "why?"
Inwardly torn – she implores the saints with tears in her eyes - asking for the reasons "why?"
