Soldiering on
I come from the trenches deep in slime,
Soft slime so sweet and yellow,
And rumble down the steps in time,
To save the life of mine,
From walking along,
I discover that nothing is sweet or mellow,
I hear this from every poor fellow,
Fear tugs every corner of my mind,
You feel and smell the smoke of the guns in the atmosphere,
Smelling as though they are made out of burning coal,
The things that smell of coal,
Could one day save your sole,
Men are scattered around the place,
Who all look as though they have just fallen off a cliff face,
What seems like years simply turns out to be days,
Days with no end,
These short days that we so desperately crave,
But we must soldier on,
And above all,
Remain brave!