She nursed him through that night
Watched his lips twitch
Heard the obscenities
Saw the fear in his restless eyes
She was there with him
As he re-lived the horrors
Of battle and death
Witnessed his pain
As he felt the bomb-blast
Over and over again
She held his bandaged hands
As if she could ease his troubled mind
But the young German soldier
Lost his final battle
And she wept, silent tears,
For a lost generation
