9 November 2012
They say time is a great healer But I can't agree I was one of the lucky ones Or am I, I can no longer see
Blinded by an artillery blast But at least I made it out alive I lock away those memories I have to, just to survive
Parade each year to remember them I want to forget Forget the day I lost my twin brother Forget, survive, regret
I don't want to remember the death I don't want to remember the decay I don't want to remember the trenches I don't want to remember that day
I lost my only brother I lost all of my friends We lost many men from our village Yet they want me to stand and pretend
They want me to return to the battlefield Pay my respects at some war grave But will it really be my James beneath that marble Will it really be my brother so brave
The fields are now full of magnificent poppies Beautiful in their scarlet bloom Representing the blood spilled by millions Hiding deaths dark perfume
They say time is a great healer But those memories now have no key I threw it away the day I left Hoping it would not be retrieved.
TRENCH #3. We Will Remember Them • Opuss № I