I lament the loss of life,
The loss of laughter sweet,
In one so fair and bright as thee;
The sorrow indeed is deep.

Do not despair, oh dove of mine,
For day again shall come.
I will return with all due haste
Once this battle has been won.

If Fate would have me dead and cold
Upon bloody ground or plain,
Then know that I shall still persist,
And we will meet again.