I’m here again, I fought here before
The everlasting sound of mourning
Mother you will learn that I fell
Seven days before the storm died down
Read my words…
And the words lay down with me
And the names they fade away
And the words fall down with me
And the poems still remain
Sassoon encouraged me
To write the words to show the pain
How we fell…
Seven days before the storm died down
Read my words…
And the words lay down with me
And the names will fade away
And the words fall down with me
And the poems still remain
The ground where we all fell down
Still the dust of many lives covers
Every inch of ground we won
Worthless to the ones that lay beneath
Worthless to the ones blown apart
Worthless to the ones that lost their lives
And worthless to the ones that never learned
Many days gone and many words written
Since the doomed youth fell in this foreign soil
And the echoes wither
And the faces fade and again we fall
And again we fall down