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Up at o'four thirty And down to bed at twenty-two A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. The trumpet's sound is the call of day And the call of the trumpet ends the day, But not the same. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. The sounds of boots in perfect sync, Is interrupted in a blink. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. A battle rages between the groups, But defeat is near to the troops. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. Men and boys cry alike, As no help from allies is in sight. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. War as it seem is not lifelike, Instead it causes death and fights. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. Up at o'four thirty And down to bed at twenty-two This is a tale of a mother's lad, A mother's lad he was.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
A Mother's Lad
Up at o'four thirty And down to bed at twenty-two A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. The trumpet's sound is the call of day And the call of the trumpet ends the day, But not the same. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. The sounds of boots in perfect sync, Is interrupted in a blink. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. A battle rages between the groups, But defeat is near to the troops. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. Men and boys cry alike, As no help from allies is in sight. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. War as it seem is not lifelike, Instead it causes death and fights. A mother's lad he is, And a mother's lad he was. Up at o'four thirty And down to bed at twenty-two This is a tale of a mother's lad, A mother's lad he was.
#sad#death#lads#mothers#war#cry#peace#military#honor
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Aprimeman
M/USA
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
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