A Hero's Dream

Nobody really cares for here I sit my cup in hand my clothes ragged and worn

People once stared they stopped and smiled when once I passed them by

For Queen and Country both man and boy I formed the thin red line

But now I beg to feed myself as I watch them pass me by

Shoulder to shoulder I stood with friends all standing tall at my side

Comrades true and oh so bold each a hero to a man

We fought the wrongs with bravery in our hearts

While rancid smoke blinded our eyes and choked our voices numb

Many friends and comrades fell that day as we marched boldly on

The cannons roared and the drums rolled on as we marched to meet our foe

Forward lads forward was our battle cry as on through the melee we strode

The Kings colours unfurled and waving high we followed on with pride

Standing tall as through it all the bullets whistled by

The cries of men as they fell to the ground filled the air that day

But onward we strode onward with pride to either do or die

And now it’s done the battles won and this bloody day is ours

As well we sit to contemplate the war for all its worth

The fallen friends the brave hero’s lost who’ll never go home

So pass me not and shun me no more for I have fought a war

I beg you now help me please

But nobody really cares …………….

Until the next time............... Repus Vas