From the war mighty
across the unforgiving seas
all I have done is thought of is you
and the way it used to be

So as we do lay dockside
back in the lands we have always loved
my brothers carry me to my chair
it sits waiting for my coverage

No matter the outcome she'd whispered
she told me, she'd be here for me
in her letter stated when I boarded
I clutch her letter as I hear the sails folded

I slowly wheel myself up unforgiving hills
to I get to Gropecunt Lane
and in the shadows, as rat's scuttle past
I see my, my sweet,sweet love crying

In front of my love is a man's frame
bucking with her her in unison
as mist fell down in Gropecunt Lane
this was just another paying courtesan

By the wall in this narrow lane
stockings by her booted feet
if it was me, it would be a victors treat
yet I can't even lift myself to my feet

So I said not a word as I watched
I saw the tears of coal dust fall from her eyes
how could one liken to me....  a war child
how could I judge her, how could I despise her

She did cry as she did come
I used to be able to do that to her
but I sit in my wheelchair in Gropecunt lane
thinking and looking.... just half a ******* man


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris