To Die In My Arms...

Soil within my boots, your death took up roots, but I still remember your life,

I've had sleepless nights, remembered pointless fights, but still, tears I cry,

Smoke I smell, I'm running towards hell, I've wrote my last letter to my girl,

You were my best friend, together in a muddy cell, we've lived in a shameful world.

I had your body, Restless upon my knees,

Willing for you to speak, live and breathe,

You gave me a look of promise and no harm,

With tears of regret, you died in my arms.

You lit up my cigarettes, you told me jokes in the soaken trench, still, we carried faith,

I read letters from your wife, gave you purpose in life, still, in your eyes I see pain.

We were young, wanted our mother, lonely but political cannon fodder,

This war wasn't ours, we fought for suit and tie cowards, why did we bother?

I had your body, Restless upon my knees,

Willing for you to speak, live and breathe,

You gave me a look of promise and no harm,

With tears of regret, you died in my arms.

Morphine after morphine, I loved you, I didn't have to see your spleen,

What hatred I have now, don't tell me to fight for country and queen,

The smile of my true friend, faded away, terror disguised a haunted face,

When war was over and the ghosts appeared, I slumped at your sheltered grave.

Bullet shell after bullet shell, I hear in my sleep, a soldiers nightmare never becomes a dream,

Day after day, night after night. I still cry, as I feel the pain when you screamed,

Trembling in my fingers, hurt within my wrinkles, nobody will believe our story,

I come and visit your grave, I've never been the same, I've never felt hope and glory.

I had your body, Restless upon my knees,

Willing for you to speak, live and breathe,

You gave me a look of promise and no harm,

With tears of regret, you died in my arms.

With tears of regret,

I want to tell your mother, you died for a cause,

With tears of regret,

The sacrifice was a knock on your mothers door.

But still,

You died in my arms...