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janhedger
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Posted - 19/06/2018 :  04:45:01  Show Profile  Visit janhedger's Homepage  Send janhedger an AOL message Send janhedger a Private Message  Reply with Quote
Soul in the Shadow.

As I lay below, above I see, the shadows of past, they beckon,
The face of war, of this I saw, mine enemies gone, they beckon,
In mists of time, this world of mine, its tears they flow and beckon,
Old friends have gone, from land war torn; to me they call and beckon,

I see each battle, shot and shell; I feel the blast around me,
I heard the cries, as brave ones die, I wish for them to free me.
The ghost of man, still walks the land, the memory stay alive,
But I must ask, of our grim task, why of all should I survive.

The world outside with all its light, can never shine for me,
For here I stay, each every day in the shadows forever to be.
I heard the call, marched strong and tall, never did we falter,
What was it for, to go to war, in the end what did we alter.

Our friends gone, and we return, to homes our leaders promised us,
Now we are here and one thing clear, they lied and then betrayed us.
They will not meet; were on the street, each day in shadow suffering,
Now we are broken, torn and hurt, to them we are as nothing.

Everyone has an enemy; we keep them locked inside,
We try to run from our memories, in our minds we hide.
They emerge just to haunt us, to feed upon our dread,
Nightmares and flashbacks, the visions of the dead.

Now I lay below, above I see, the shadows of past, they beckon,
Old friends long gone, from land war torn, they call I hear them beckon.
The day will come, my daughters, son, the call I soon must follow,
When shadows, mist and memories go, When Im finally free of sorrow.

By Phil Lamb

Posted by Jan


We cannot stop, because if a single one of these men were taken and shot, that would be our fault - Edith Cavell
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