Fields of flowers, scents
and childhood dreams,
screams of laughter,
sun shining bright in the sky.
These are the scenes I can dream.
So different now
we are in trenches deep in the ground.
Wire fences separate the enemy.
The sound of gun fire
BANG – BANG – BANG.
Whizz, fizz, bright lights in a dark sky.
Bombs bouncing along,
my comrades like flies
as they drop to the ground.
Wounded and blooded,
they fight for their country.
Sweat, urine, rats and rotting flesh,
skeletons of heroes stuck in mud.
These trenches are coffins stuck
in the ground. My fear, my lonely
heart – take me from this hell.
Goodbye, mother, father, brother
I served my country
I shall not return.
Remember the dream
Now fields of poppies swaying in the wind
Sense and laughter and the sun shines through.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.