tomorrow.

From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn.

And they rose with voices ringing, and I can hear them now, the very words that they had sung.

became their last communion.

I'm a lonely barrack.

Phantom faces at the window

Phantom shadows on the floor Empty chairs and empty tables

Where my friends will meet no more Oh, my friends, my friends, don't ask me

what your sacrifice was for empty chairs and empty