A Bird Without A Wing

A Bird Without A Wing

He’s waiting anxiously in the cold trenches,
its silent and dark sitting on the damp benches,
His mind is clear apart from one thing,
she’s all he can think about a bird without a wing,
there’s nothing he can think about apart his home,
he feels nervous and alone.

She’s sat in the living room nervously waiting
He’s all she can think about, a bird without a wing,
there’s nothing she can do but sit,
while her husbands in a dirty pit,
the home that was once happy and full of joy,
all to remember him a small soldier toy.

The bell rings, the alarm is sounded,
he rushed out of his bed, nothing going through his head,
He tucks the picture away, the bell continues to ring,
He takes one last look and runs, a bird without a wing,
the gun is loaded he is ready,
the sergeant says be steady,
he runs out a proud, brave man,
The war cry is sounded, he ran,
he shot his gun, bang! Dead,
He ducked down and held his head,

She holds the toy soldier firmly,
She’s trying to be the happiest she can be,
She wonders weather the pain will end,
she wonders if this is the end,
she looks down at her ring,
a bird without a wing.

They both are scared,
All the pain they have bared,
waiting nervously for the outcome,
Wondering if hell come home,
they both look at their ring,
a bird without a wing.