My friends and I are sitting in this bombed out house
Our rifles rest against the wall
No lamp is lit
As daylight fades the little window frames the moon
We smoke, we read, we write a letter home
We don't dwell on horrors past
Nor on what is yet to come

                                                I won't let my guts gush out
                                                Into foreign mud
                                                Nor die in no man's land alone
                                                I want to make it back to you
                                                I want to make it home

We're winning now, they're on the run
Supplies cut off, they're desperate
They've suffered even more than us
But we have to keep the pressure up
One thing I've learned while I've been here
Don't underestimate the ***

                                                     I've been here such a long time now
                                                     Seen so many good men die
                                                     Killed a good few too
                                                     I know that danger still surrounds us
                                                     Even now I might not make it through

I just need to carry on
Hold on to my life
You know that when I make it back to you
Soon we will be man and wife

                                                      Jack

Look not unto the vast and empty skies
To seek to find the love that e'er has flown
For in such grief such love may yet demise
And lost in grief may cease to e'er be known
Stout hearts may keep a candle vigil bright
A homely beacon tremulous and warm
And sheltered by its dancing flickered light
May weather yet the dark unending storm
Yet hope is oft an unforgiving friend
And hope for love when love has flown may lead
One down a lonely road that has no end
So hope for love is oft a thankless deed
Till hope has gone our eyes will ever roam
The oceans wide till love returns to home

We cannot touch fire
But we can use it
To warm ourself
To stay at night
We cannot live in water
But we can use it
To wash ourselves
To drink when we are thirsty
We cannot fly all the time in the air
But we can use flights
To move from one place to other
We cannot live forever on the earth*
But we can*
Continue to complete our tasks
And ends our journey
With the final flight

One, incapable or unwilling
to think critically or creatively,
is forever the slave
to the Political, Religious and mundane.

Slowly I collect the petals lying on the ground
One by one I hold them as I dream of only you
Silence on this morning is my never ending sound
Sunrise creeps above the field not offering a clue

When there is a darkness that surrounds my fragile heart
Blinded by the emptiness that clings upon the vine
Drained of each emotion at these places that I start
Walking in a circle just to breathe this one last time

Why is it that pathways seem a crooked winding way
Finding every corner leads my steps into the fall
Tree lined sad existence of a world now gone astray
Echoes render nothing as my tears so loudly call

Here I fall upon my knees, my strength in weakness gone
Sinking in the mud so deep, now caked about my feet
Heavy is the burden weighing firmly on this dawn
Reaching in the distance as my mind it bids retreat

Falling ever faster neath this lonely garish mire
Sludge of every life before, above my eyes the view
Saying farewell to my love, my only true desire
Holding up the petals in the final moments due

Taking to the deep my feelings tightly locked inside
Giving up, that someone will retrieve me from this fate
The end has wrapped around me as I know that I have died
Disappearing in the shadows formed beyond the gate

Loneliness feels just like this…in rooms without a door
Staring at the carpet now revolving down below
Watching as the gray begins and fading smiles pour
One last dream, one last thought, as now it’s time to go