Limping hearts, on a valiant battlefied.
They have stopped singing for the nurses to mend;
For days without joyful music,
Limping hearts, now, are wounded and weak.

Their nation longs to hear their voices,
Instead has listened to the explosions of bombs.
Limping hearts lie still on crimson soil,
Awaiting to inhale the first jingle of Noel.

Winter, soon to creep home--
From a long journey through a deadly storm.
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