Princess_Diana1997
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- Posted: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 17:06:54 +0000
The days are long the nights are harsh our feet feel just like lead
The men are tired as wounded come in most of them are dead....
We sit around the campfire and talk about our past
missing our families missing our friends and hope this war wont last...
We lay in our tents to sleep the ground is wet and cold
we dream of the lovely day when we go marching home...
We go to battle in the morn and march there
all the way...
hoping that afterwards
we'll live another day...
When this war is over
and many men have died....
and families of the lost
have hung their heads and cried....
Ill be standing at the front
for all of those in pain
Just take my hand and we'll go home
and you'll never cry again.
The men are tired as wounded come in most of them are dead....
We sit around the campfire and talk about our past
missing our families missing our friends and hope this war wont last...
We lay in our tents to sleep the ground is wet and cold
we dream of the lovely day when we go marching home...
We go to battle in the morn and march there
all the way...
hoping that afterwards
we'll live another day...
When this war is over
and many men have died....
and families of the lost
have hung their heads and cried....
Ill be standing at the front
for all of those in pain
Just take my hand and we'll go home
and you'll never cry again.