In no man's land where many fell…
the enemy would fire the guns of hell
The soldiers had no choice but to fight
night and day. day and night.


Many fell injured or dying
many more were sat there crying
a soldier writes home to tell of the horror
his hand shakes amidst all the squalor.


Close friends signed up together
on the battlefield they died for ever
Many more were shot for deserting
the Pain the Sorrow the soldiers were hurting

The End