And so it was planned that morning
An armed attack, units forging
"Cannons, fire at will and halt escape We'll help them if we can, prisoners of circumstance"
A few arrived - weak, torn, tongue tied
They told of eyes desperate and blind
" Please now send troops They're dying in the fields We've seen the view"
Haste on this mile has formed our constant reprise, it's given promise for now
We took the hill, men they laid still
And in the ground spirit flags found
"Hands up prisoners of circumstance We'll get you out alive but you've got to fight"
Help us if you can, arm our minds
Concede to solid plans of first desires