*Stained Feathers*
Feathers falling down
Blood spilled upon the ground
Staining all that is near
Battles fought and won
Soldiers' lives lost
Family's cry
To see the feathers falling down
Upon the blood stained ground.
Pure white mixes with the blood of lost life
A cloudy sky lets forth the rain
Angels cry to see men die,
So many souls let loose that day.
All given for you and me,
To have a right to give the cry of victory!