War Letters
I guess they took us by surprise
The ground was shaking
They were ten to match our five
Ears aching
There’s only little Man can do
But I am still alive and writing this
To you
Two lonely bugles’ muffled sound
Atonement’s choir
When the day finely comes around
A hilltop higher
There’s only little Man can do
But I am still alive and writing this
To you
It all rounds up in Circus clowns And Lies
When it’s one foot down and the other standing by
Love letters written in the night watch’s light
To let you know
That I miss you
It really never is the right time
To meet the maker
And if it wasn’t for the thorn in my side
I’d meet him later
There’s only little Man can do
But I’m still alive and writing this
To you
It all rounds up…
It’s not to trouble anyone
I write this letter
But I haven’t heard a word for a moth
Of worse nor better
This is why I’m pleading you
I know there’s only little Man can do
But please send word of whatever’s true
Please do