Mr. Warr has big feet.
He came and stomped all over my street.
That's the place my house used to be
Now it's rubble for all to see.
In the garden where flowers were laid
We dare not walk for mines and grenades.
There's nothing here
No more to see
No trace of family, friends and me.
But one day we will all come back
When the mines are clear we can begin to unpack.
Rebuild this place that once held joy
And I have stories to tell my boy
About the people, places and things around here
About the times that held no fear.
I'll show him the place his dad drank beer
And other such landmarks here
like the place where my kids were christened in preparation for life
And the other where their dad took me for a wife.
This is a place with history here,
memories past and present of all I hold dear.