What price a life, a heart, a soul, proud and tall we marched onward, over the sea, the fields, the hills, to take up the patriotic battle cry, Never thinking about the price we'd pay, singing songs, stepping straight and true, the future was ours so bright and new making history is what they said we'd do, Every one knew their given roles, gathering alongside our country standard, we faced them in the wooded hills as we fought above did come the darkest sky, Over by christmas is what they'd say, four years on and with pay in Lieu, we crawled back home the victoriuous few, broken and worn, not what they said we'd do so many lives fell in those black holes, flanders, somme, ypres we fell so hard, we gave the greatest gift that life instills, the evil seems to grow the harder that we try. All in vain is what I'd say all for those men behind the doors, they give no gift of life, but death! which as a gift is no such thing at all no matter how much they drawl
Reason for writing:
WW1
Birth sign: Gemini
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