Wretched stenches, in the trenches
We slowly trudge, through the harsh sludge
There was mud on the floor, I can’t take this anymore
I tried to sleep on my bed of wood, it was too hard, and so up I stood
I went to the trench a very tight space, with other blood smeared on my face
I think of my family all happy and smiley, I wish they were here, right beside me
I hear the whistle, I am dazed and confused. I can’t worry about that, I have nothing to lose
I run into no man’s land bullets shoot passed my head, cold fear, and dread
But too late, I am dead!