I am ready, with my gun
Squinting against the morning sun
The enemy are like dots
I take my shot
When will I be done

The sun bathes down a blinding light
The enemy in their trench, out of sight
Stunned by fear
Being shot, like deer
When will we win this fight?

We fire in our mass
But watch out there is gas!
Every man
Went and ran
When will this war pass?

Everybody is on the mend
Making letters to send
I could fall through the fall
And out of the war
But,
When will this War end?