The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless they are heard in the still houses.
(Who has not heard them?) ...
We were young. We have died. Remember us.
We have done what we could
But until it is finished it is not done.
We have given our lives
But until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
Our deaths are not ours,
They are yours,
They will mean what you make them.
Whether our lives, and our deaths were for peace and a new hope
Or for nothing
We cannot say.
It is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths,
Give them their meaning.
Two Soldiers, as sung by Bob Dylan. (You have to download a wee Rhapsody Media Player that's free, and the song is worth it.)