There is a statue

In the square

Standing all alone

His souls is bared

Sad looking all forlorn

What is his story?

Iā€™d love to know

What of his comrades

Where are those

Did they fall in-

Some forgotten field

Or return as heroes

To their home

In a land of hope

A land fit for them

Or do they weep

From where they are

For what might have been

Of the freedoms

Of which they dreamed

Freedoms that had a price

The price the statues