(Don't) go to war, my mother begged with wet eyes.
Your (family) country needs you. It will be your destiny (Demise.)
I took up my pack, shined my boots, shaved my head.
Two years down the line,
I'll be home
I'll be dead.
We went into the killing ground,
Got the go ahead.
Bunkered down.
Fired away.
Hit the ground.
Served the flag.
Burned it down.
And in the middle of the field, there stood a soldier
And my (his) mortar took him (me) in the shoulder,
***and I whispered
And I whispered,***
See, Mom?
I'm sorry, Mom...
I was right.
You were right.
And in the end, no matter who was right,
I came home. I Died alone.
***There's a dead soldier in the ground,
a grieving mother,
a widowed wife.***
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
(Don't) go to war, my mother begged with wet eyes.
Your (family) country needs you. It will be your destiny (Demise.)
I took up my pack, shined my boots, shaved my head.
Two years down the line,
I'll be home
I'll be dead.
We went into the killing ground,
Got the go ahead.
Bunkered down.
Fired away.
Hit the ground.
Served the flag.
Burned it down.
And in the middle of the field, there stood a soldier
And my (his) mortar took him (me) in the shoulder,
***and I whispered
And I whispered,***
See, Mom?
I'm sorry, Mom...
I was right.
You were right.
And in the end, no matter who was right,
I came home. I Died alone.
***There's a dead soldier in the ground,
a grieving mother,
a widowed wife.***
