We walked through our town
feeling like, we were like film stars
flags were waving people were cheering
as with lips of angels played the brass band

Oh we felt right proud in our new uniforms
then I saw her in the crowd, my Grace
she was smiling real hard
as tears rolled down her face

The night before I was called I remember.....
aye lass I told my misses, I'm off to war
she cried and said, how can you leave me
our child love next month will be four

She threw a silver buckle at me in rage
and I grabbed it with both my hands
she told me to keep it near to my heart
stormed upstairs and went to bed

I sat down with my head in my hands
the buckle within my hand touched my forehead
a voice inside said to the heart keep
unless you want your hearts blood to seep

You have this dread, when you go to war
always knowing you may never come back
and that day as we marched out of town
I clutched that silver buckle close to my chest


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris




By NeonSolaris
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