Dreams of cristmas morning,
Come flooding to my mind,
That day of peace, when the war did ceace,
For a football game,
At the time we thanked the heavens,
Now we beg the gods,
Stop the blood,
The heartache,
The gas,
The pain,
Familys keep on greaving,
But in time we wont be loved,
Muddy treanches murder,
And the cold it tries to kill,
But we are mearly soldiers,
No one cares for us,
So please stop the war,
And let us be rememberd,
For days on and on.