With the night sky on fire
The barrage in full flow
The shells they land around us
Only one place to go
To the bottom our trenches
Huddled up amongst the brave
But the enemy bombs keep falling
On what could become our grave
When the shelling starts, I shake
Like the ground beneath my feet.
At the moment I can hide it,
Not wanting to be weak.
I think about my loved ones
The fields of pastures green
I think about my little boy
Whose face I’ve never seen
The order came down the line
A single flare was fired
Get ready here we go boys
We ran towards the wire
Take cover in the craters
The fog is getting deeper
The dead are all around us
A harvest for the reaper
Back safely in our trench
The roll call is read
The absence of the voices
Of the missing and the dead.
Looking out across No Man’s Land,
At the wood, so bravely taken
Lay a cemetery of unburied men.
For they will never waken
I did not get to say goodbye
To the brave men that fell
But they will never be forgotten
In this place that we call hell
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