CinnamonPop

When our hope, sounds our trumpets
And our pride, charges for’
I’ll be left here, crying softly
At the grave of my family I mourn

One by one the seats were emptied, 
And one by one they went away; 
After the family has parted, 
Will we be complete one day?

Will the circle be unbroken
Glory and strife, live and die?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky far from my side?

-Will The Circle Be Unbroken / The Pacifist's War Cry