The Storks

Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers

While fighting on the battlefields did not die

No longer they lie under the cold ground

But are white storks flying free across the sky

They're still there from wars long ago forgotten

Still flying there I hear their mournful cries

Is taht why I'm often feeling so sad

And silent while looking at the skies?

Forever flying flying the tired skein

Through the fog we make their weary way

And there whithin the wedge a small space

It may be a place for me one day

And amongst the other storks you'll see me sometimes

Gliding like a ghost you'll hear the sound

Of me calling like a bird under the grey clouds

To all of you I left upon the ground