(Verse 1)Wilfried lies by the windowpane,The night outside begins to wane.Machines hum soft, their lights aglow,A restless heart, afraid to go. He sees the abyss, dark and wide,A void of fears he cannot hide.Memories flood, they take him back,To fields of frost, to paths of lack. (Chorus)Oh, the talisman, worn and old,A piece of faith, a story told.Through fire, through cold, through war's embrace,It held his soul in a sacred place. (Verse 2)Once a soldier, lost and weak,Through snow and fear, no strength to speak.A stranger's hand, so kind, so true,Shared what little life could do. A medallion pressed into his hand,A mother's love in a foreign land.A quiet vow, a silent prayer,That mercy waits, even there. (Chorus)Oh, the talisman, worn and old,A piece of faith, a story told.Through fire, through cold, through war's embrace,It held his soul in a sacred place. (Bridge)Now the years have gone, and time has flown,In an empty bed, he lies alone.But in his palm, the medal stays,A light to guide through final days. He feels its weight, the love it bears,The whispered hope, the answered prayers.In the silent dark, it speaks of peace,Of battles won, and sweet release. (Chorus)Oh, the talisman, worn and old,A piece of faith, a story told.Through fire, through cold, through war's embrace,It held his soul in a sacred place. (Outro)In the morning light, they find him still,A peaceful smile, a heart fulfilled.The talisman held in his grasp so tight,A symbol of love through endless night. Oh, the talisman, let it be,A song of hope, eternity.Through fire, through cold, through life's embrace,It holds us all in a sacred place.