Longing for, alone in this trench, more mud than me, caught in this stench
a few shots in the night leave an eerie sound, rhythmically firing all around
Down he falls, then there's blood,
I miss you so much at this time my love
What started as an adventure, exciting to the summit, has long since gone, I can no longer even feel it.
I'll be lucky on this day to come out of this alive, we've orders to go over soon
Into no mans land, well you've got to do your best to give England a hand!
I write again next week, please say a prayer, I'll always remember the first time I saw you, so beautiful standing there.
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