Curs'd Pallet of Wood

They carry him in
On a pallet of wood

Men on each of his sides
They would cry if they could

His armor once shiny
Now dull and grey

Used to shine like the sun
On many a cloudless day

His shield on his chest
Broken and battered

It was supposed to protect him
I guess it didn't matter

I had prayed for his return
With all of my might

I prayed for his protection
For his safety during the fight

He died valiantly
As every knight should

Defending his home
Even though few understood

He wanted to make
A difference out there

He fought with all his heart
Ignoring the weight of despair

My brother, the valiant knight
Has now come home to me

But deep down in my heart
There is no jubilee

The war will still go on
And more men will be carried out

Carried to their families
Who will have to do without

They will see them carried in
On that curs'd pallet of wood

And they will know, as I do now
This Crusade has done no good.

Many a knight has returned
Bloodied and battered

Some still walking tall
Others with armor shattered

But not my brother
With is head in his hood

For he was carried home
On that curs'd pallet of wood