I enter my carriage
and take to my seat
tightly clutching your letter -
as the train pulls away.
What reason for leaving,
what passion within me?
Still clutching your letter
my heart's calling "stay!"
What war and whose battle,
whose King and whose country? -
Still clutching your letter
now a soldier; today
in uniform resplendent
a riffle beside me -
still clutching your letter
today is the day.
For in trenches of mud
and with death all around me -
still clutching your letter
just part of the affray
with the emeny waiting
a people unknown to me -
still clutching your letter
to heavan I pray,
then over the top
and forward to victory! -
Still clutching your letter
there dead I will lay.
Alone in the chaos
the battle ignored me,
still clutching your letter
my soul drifts away.
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