Mary Black - The Shadow

And it's over now
The guns have flowed
The nightmare flashed
On a cradle road
As the guilty rain came down
No child to hold
Through anxious fears
No gentle hand
To catch the tears
That soak this ancient ground

The smile that breaks so gently
Belies a troubled head
Like a voice that holds the secrets
Of the life you might have led
Eyes with pale indifference
In danger and in grace
But the glance that knows the death-knell