As I watch over them
The paper in her hand
I know my name lives on
And hasn't turned to sand
Place it so gently now
There for all to see
No more than broken trees
The pardon they gave me
Never too late
No it's Never too late
Too late to tell the truth
And as they walk away
Tears are in their eyes
One last glance for me
In the broken war-torn skies
Mama
I’m so afraid
My best friend’s body
Lying next to me
Can’t take the pain
That’s in my head
Stay here and I’ll end up dead
Help me
Please help me
I have to run
It’s my only chance
No place for me in this madman’s dance
Must get home
Where I’ll be free
See my loved ones who care for me
Gazing down to
Where the poppies grow
Like drops of blood
Amongst the winter’s snow
A hero’s send off
For the fallen ones
While three hundred die
With bullets fired from ‘friendly’ guns
War is not a game
Home
I’ve got to get home
The mud
The mire
The flames the fire
Please help me
I hear them
Their footsteps closing in on me
These angry faces will be the last I’ll ever see
And now the blindfold that is meant for me
The air is thick with blood that’s laced with fear
God help me!
Please help me get away from here
To you it’s just a game
War is just a game
The thoughts of home flood in
To save me from the truth
A thousand memories
The bleeding bloom of youth
And there before me
My Mother beckons me
To give me comfort for
The day I will not see
War is not a game
War is not a game
War is not a game
The paper in her hand
I know my name lives on
And hasn't turned to sand
Place it so gently now
There for all to see
No more than broken trees
The pardon they gave me
Never too late
No it's Never too late
Too late to tell the truth
And as they walk away
Tears are in their eyes
One last glance for me
In the broken war-torn skies
Mama
I’m so afraid
My best friend’s body
Lying next to me
Can’t take the pain
That’s in my head
Stay here and I’ll end up dead
Help me
Please help me
I have to run
It’s my only chance
No place for me in this madman’s dance
Must get home
Where I’ll be free
See my loved ones who care for me
Gazing down to
Where the poppies grow
Like drops of blood
Amongst the winter’s snow
A hero’s send off
For the fallen ones
While three hundred die
With bullets fired from ‘friendly’ guns
War is not a game
Home
I’ve got to get home
The mud
The mire
The flames the fire
Please help me
I hear them
Their footsteps closing in on me
These angry faces will be the last I’ll ever see
And now the blindfold that is meant for me
The air is thick with blood that’s laced with fear
God help me!
Please help me get away from here
To you it’s just a game
War is just a game
The thoughts of home flood in
To save me from the truth
A thousand memories
The bleeding bloom of youth
And there before me
My Mother beckons me
To give me comfort for
The day I will not see
War is not a game
War is not a game
War is not a game
Contributed by Dq82 - 2023/6/24 - 12:08
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