smiling young faces
sixteen summers seen
lives full of promise
now eager to please
\"just turned eighteen sir\"
earns infantry green
runaway schoolboy
for country and king
rifles and bayonets
shell holes and mud
barbed wire and trenches
young brothers of blood
landscape of corpses
the shells tear apart
counting lost friendships
fear in his heart
springtime in Wiltshire
blackbird sings to the night
staring to heaven
prays he\'s alright
clutching the letter
from runaway son
somewhere in Belgium
he longs for his mom
fields full of gravestones
all races and creeds
sacrificed lifes, now
planted like seeds
\"your country needs you\"
each nation took heed
and died on the wire
that we may be free
november morning
two thousand eighteen
a hundred years mourned
on the old village green
names carved in granite
their faces unseen
lest we ever forget them
or that bloody regime
all war is obscene