Here I am.
Between two earphones that hold a path to the core of my mind,
Covered by thoughts,
Thoughts that possess the power to control me,
That possess the gates to my soul.
I am struck by fear,
possessed by fear that isn’t,
though, of what can be.
With every thought here I am drowning in a fear of thoughts -
Of thoughts my mind invents,
Thoughts native to my past.
A past that contains a fear so powerful,
it is the widest door for demons into my life;
Theoretically a past nurtured by the past.
I’m penetrated by this fear,
thoughts of an ominous fear.
My mind possesses the thoughts that are further than the deepest understanding of my control,
Imprisoned by my own mind;
held hostage.
My only choices for protection:
my Creator
And my Mother ;
shields against my fear.
Here I am fighting these fatal thoughts that may instigate my skip of a beat,
A control far beyond the stars most distant from Earth,
More powerful than anything I’ve witnessed,
too far from my understanding.
For all and all;
I stand strong ;
and not give up..!

Sign there son
You will be paid
Take the shilling
Europe awaits!
Grab your rifle
Grab your sack
Tell your mum you'll be back

Meet new friends
Palls together
All aboard and off to The Somme
They were just kids together alone

First the smell
Then the noise
Far from what you left at home
Then the shells begin to fall
Like nothing you had seen before

You're wet and cold and in a hole
Shaking with fear not the cold
Your friend just passed in a puff of smoke
His head was first, then his *****
His legs are spread across the floor

Then another explodes next to you
The smoke clears and the Sarge smiles at you
Like a statue painted red
He doesn't know he's already dead

Mother Mother! Others scream
But cries and wails no one hears
None of this can be real
You're just a boy and soiled with fear


Fifty years past then more
At night you still hear the screams and cannons roar
Like yesterday but years before
It didn't end all the wars

They made a sequel a bigger cast
Not your turn now to carry the flag
With one arm you can't do that
And your lungs still burn from the gas

Once again the generals cried
"Come on lads, we need you now, come and sign the Sgts form"
But was Tommy on the top once more?
Or did they use anothers name, to sign your precious lives away.

When oh when will all the madness end
For The Somme took away your friends
Only poppys now remain
Over fields where Britains youth lies slain