Between the Towers

©Robert Fitzmorgan (Gordon Scott Fridenberg)



As I walk the battlements between the towers
I remember many happy hours
And I wonder if I'll see these walls again.

For my king has called and I must go
To join with him and fight the foe,
And I leave at dawn's first light with all my men.

I do not feel our cause is wrong,
Nor fear defeat for we are strong,
And with God upon our side we'll surely win.

But even victory has it's cost,
And each dear neighbor who is lost
Will break the hearts of comrades and of kin.

The night is fled. The waiting's past.
All is prepared. It's time at last,
For the journey to the battle to begin.

As I walk the battlements between the towers
I remember many happy hours
And I wonder if I'll see these walls again.


Robert's note: When I wrote and first performed this, Operation Desert Storm was in force. The poem must have touched a chord. It recieved by far the strongest response of any piece I've ever performed.