The Wailing

Towering darkness at the edge of my mind Nightmares and memories till the day die Over the top to the maelstrom of fire Near certain death in a labyrinth of barbwire Led by the donkeys the lions are dying Witness the carnage the scar is undying Suddenly amidst the restless sleep A grimace as my bayonet cuts deep The wailing in my ears Night by night I hear their final plea From life relieved Cradled by fear The din, the row the thunder of the shells No passing bells In these fields where inches cost a thousand lives Every step feels like the gods have thrown their dice Metaphors, memories, back and forth Throes of war, wrecking me, in a storm Skin crawls, shadows fall, hope is gone All my faith, all my dreams, leaving me Metaphors, memories, back and forth Throes of war, wrecking me, in a storm Skin crawls, shadows fall, hope is gone All my faith, all my dreams, leaving me The wailing in my ears Night by night I hear their final plea From life relieved Cradled by fear The din, the row the thunder of the shells No passing bells Metaphors, memories, back and forth Throes of war, wrecking me, in a storm Skin crawls, shadows fall, hope is gone All my faith, all my dreams, leaving me The wailing in my ears Night by night I hear their final plea From life relieved Cradled by fear The din, the row the thunder of the shells No passing bells