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Posted by on 2010/12/10 under Uncategorized

Here I lay
Confined to my bed
The ringing I still hear
From shots that I fled

I close my eyes the visions so clear
Of those trenches, my home
For all those tragic years
The ppl by my side are sons and fathers or brothers

Have something to live for
Something to help them fight there own little war
There war for life
Each day such a strugle

Just to stay alive
It’s rather hard with all these woonds I portrey
Just to open my eyes
Yet what is the point all i’ll see is no1

Not a soul to comfert me just this lonely bed
The plase I can not move from
The place I’ll end up dead
The last place I’m sure to rest my head

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