If I could speak,
I would tell you,
Of the meadow you’re in.
Many have lay their cheek
And think life so blue,
With only pictures left of kin.
It can only take one night
To take in everything around
For a new ending to be told.
For anyone, future can be bright,
But some fear leaving the ground,
So try to strive to be bold.
If I could speak,
I would tell you,
Of the meadow you're in.
Like you, i’d rest my cheek,
And stare up at the blue,
Dreaming that the stars are my kin.
I would sneak out at night,
Then laugh and dance around,
With friends, ghost stories were told.
Our lives were planned, futures bright,
Whilst we’d sit on that ground,
Our fears are at bay with company so bold.
If I could speak,
I would tell you,
Of the meadow you're in.
Six feet below your cheek,
Up into the wide sky, blue,
Lie many fallen of your kin.
On a dark stormy night,
dreams were shared around,
A gazillion stories were told.
Suddenly the sky lit up so bright,
So many men falling to the ground,
Leaving only memories of the bold.
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