13/01/19 - The War.
Sit by the fire.
Pace by the door.
Be ever wondering,
Will you see him anymore?
The man that had left you -
Walked out with his gun -
Is he safe? Is he lonely?
Does still see him, the sun?
He went off to the war:
That mess of death and despair.
They told him: “Forward! No fear!”
Trembling, his pitiful nation to bear.
After pacing and wondering.
After worries reached peak.
At the dock is where I saw him.
But he, stone cold and bleak.
He is not the same man.
Twas his heart that he’d bled.
His ears ring with gunshots.
And his eyes are stained red.
- Ray
Pace by the door.
Be ever wondering,
Will you see him anymore?
The man that had left you -
Walked out with his gun -
Is he safe? Is he lonely?
Does still see him, the sun?
He went off to the war:
That mess of death and despair.
They told him: “Forward! No fear!”
Trembling, his pitiful nation to bear.
After pacing and wondering.
After worries reached peak.
At the dock is where I saw him.
But he, stone cold and bleak.
He is not the same man.
Twas his heart that he’d bled.
His ears ring with gunshots.
And his eyes are stained red.
- Ray
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