The second year has begun in a war that was orchestrated by an evil man. Allowed by those who prop him up, the loss of life is massive and atrocities vast.  

A part of the living slowly dies as loved ones perish. The lyrics speak to a missing son. Daughters, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands, aunts & uncles have died in this war as well. 

Gorecki's Symphony No. 3, Third Movement

Where has he gone

My dearest son?

Perhaps during the uprising

The cruel enemy killed him

Ah, you bad people

In the name of God, the most Holy,

Tell me, why did you kill

My son?

Never again

Will I have his support

Even if I cry

My old eyes out

Were my bitter tears

to create another River Oder

They would not restore to life

My son

He lies in his grave

and I know not where

Though I keep asking people

Everywhere

Perhaps the poor child

Lies in a rough ditch

and instead he could have been

lying in his warm bed

Oh, sing for him

God's little song-birds

Since his mother

Cannot find him

And you, God's little flowers

May you blossom all around

So that my son

May sleep happily

Note: I chose this work by Henryk Górecki because it speaks to loss. First heard at the end of a film, it was so moving that I bought the recording. Upon reading the credits, I saw that the soprano who touched me deeply was a childhood school mate.