As I crouch down in the unsanitary trench
With my gun poised ready to fight
It’s dark it’s cold it’s lonely here
My comrades frozen with a threatening fear
The smell of death is all around
Has the enemy gone to ground?
It’s dark it’s cold it’s hard to sleep
Listening for the sound of feet
Are the Germans creeping near?
SHOOT, BANG
I fall in pain
I will never have a life again
It’s dark, It’s cold it’s peaceful here
Nothing left for me to fear
Now as we remember the sound of guns
Poppies grow tall, as the memorial stands
The name Wilfred Owen shines out bright
Remember the soldiers who gave up their lives to fight