Carry these wounded soldiers
These soldiers of blood shed and hate
Gather around all you folks of the hill
Come take all you can, more than your fill
Oh merry good jumping lady folk
Why do you give so much hope?
To the leaping lads of tomorrow?
Who hide their pity and feed on sorrow
Mr minister where do you go?
You seem so bright, look at you glow
Come righteousness young
Look at the elders
At the expense of your fun
Jumbled in their head alright
Drunk jn vanity, the plight
Shadows casting a grey skin tone
Please don’t make me go there alone
It’s dark, cold and shiverously fun
Call me crazy, but I have none
When will be the hour of the sun?
What time will we eat?
What time will we be done?
Can I rhyme all my life alone?
I feel so sad for my very own
Have to pick up the pieces of my loss
Freeze time, that’s the cost.