trouble's brewing in the ranks   broken (knot?) on every flag   and all the soldiers' hands were red   from all the tears and blood that's shed      and in the morning when the reveille   pulls us from more sleep   puts a fracture in the reverie   and kills our quiet dreams      widow waits (_____________?)   a solemn look upon her face   time is lost in love and war   remember what you're waiting for      then the morning when the enemy   fire among the (_____?)   sounds like voices in analogy   (_____________?)