Falling

Can you see them marching?
They’re walking over me.
We’ll write a hymn for the fallen;
'They will not bury me'.
If I knew that morning,
there’d be no point in calling.
And I wish you could see me,
I just feel like I’m falling down.
My feelings have grown so much here,
I’ve got some words to say.
I’ve missed you, through all that I’ve been through
give us another day.
Then maybe you will find out …