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Waste of Love (ch11)



Waste of Love (ch11)
By Ghostwriter on 04/13/2011
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A kiss on his head and laid into bed,
The love of his parents, strong as a wave:
“Find peace my son, and rest your weary head”.

For soldiers there was a lot to be said.
He vowed to return to loved ones who gave
A kiss on his head and laid into bed.

He lent no thought to the onslaught ahead,
Or streets of gold they were trying to pave.
Find peace my son, and rest your weary head.

Far from home he dreamed of girls he might wed,
Of beauty and passion his dreams did crave
A kiss on his head and laid into bed.

But the eve of battle filled him with dread;
For fortune won’t always favour the brave.
Find peace my son, and rest your weary head.

I know no cause for his blood to be shed,
Or passing his soul to a foreign grave -
A kiss on his head and laid into bed
Find peace my son, and rest your weary head.


© Matt Pascal 13th April 2011




Inspired by…

Another Man’s Cause – By ‘The Levellers’

Gunshots shatter in the peace of night
Just another fire fight
For the people of this little town
But for the dying soldier
Well he''s feeling ten years older
As he''s lying face down on the ground
All the words that are in his head
And all the words his mother said
As she would put him to bed back home

Your daddy well he died in the falklands
Fighting for another man''s cause
And your brother he was killed in the last war
And your mother well she''s lying home alone

Every day she sees your face
On the picture on the fireplace
With your brother as he was leaving school
Then a day came five years ago
You said, "mother, I need to know"
And you spoke the words your brother spoke before
"I seen the things my daddy''s done
And I''ve seen the medals daddy''s won
And I know that this is what he would have wanted for me."

But, your daddy well he died in the falklands
Fighting for another man''s cause
And your brother he was killed in the last war
And your mother well she''s lying home alone

Now she wonders at it all
Just in whose name do these brave young heroes fall
And how many more are going to answer that call
They''re going to fight and die in another country''s war
They''re going die for a religion they don''t believe in at all
They''re die in a place they should never''ve been at all
Oh, never''ve been at all

''Cause, your daddy well he died in the falklands
Fighting for another man''s cause
And your brother he was killed in the last war
And your mother well she''s lying home alone

And your daddy well he died in the falklands
Fighting for another man''s cause
And your brother he was killed in the last war
And your mother well she''s lying home alone


© By Ghostwriter On 4/13/2011 5:34:17 PM
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