He knew he'd never see the dawn
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In Flanders field so far away a soldier bowed his head to pray, a moment spent with god on high to ask if now he has to die For Tommy Smith knew much of war the death the blood the pain the gore. He'd seen it all, most at first hand and now he lay in no mans land. A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. On Dunkirk beach and out to sea, the lines of men wait patiently. with outstretched hands and full of hope Until a stray shell hits the boat. They carry Tommy to the beach, the 'little ship' now out of reach, and soon he knows that things aren't right as his day slowly turns to night. A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. The North Atlantic late July, where wolf packs stalk and brave men die. In mid ocean you can't be saved so sailors meet a watery grave. They cling to wreckage in the night with convoy gone or out of sight, how soon will Tommy start to sleep and slip away into the deep A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. Above the clouds where airmen fight The bomber droned on through the night And in the tail the gunner dozed He'd soon be home, or he supposed. The fighter only made one pass It's cannon shattered flesh and glass Now Tommy couldn't move or shout the taste of blood was in his mouth A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. The garrison at Singapore all taken prisoners of war and put to work in jungles deep with insects, filth, disease and heat. Starving, Tommy knew the score that he was knocking on death's door so in the night he crawled away, that friends might see another day. A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. Sir Galahad was in no mans land full of troops, waiting to land Then as the bomb struck deep inside so many had nowhere to hide, burning decks with no way out no matter that they scream and shout. Trapped, Tommy knows that he's not dead then see's he's lost an arm and leg A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. A checkpoint in Afghanistan when Tommy bent to see the man, a loud explosion rent the air and suddenly the cars not there. Now Tommy's lying on the ground with dead and dying all around, and as his sight begins to sway, he hears a siren, far away. A lonely figure so forlorn he knew he'd never see the dawn. The transport from Iraq unloads It's coffins neatly row on row, down on the tarmac in the cold wait Tommys family young and old, while further back and out of sight a young girl cries with all her might, just a teen, she loved him so, and pleaded with him not to go. A lonely figure so forlorn who knows her dad won't see the dawn. In poppy fields so far from home, a soldier wrote a final poem, and asked to be remembered should he not return from Flanders mud, and could a day be put aside, to honour men who fought and died. So now each year we kneel and pray for comrades on remembrance day who died so lonely and forlorn that we might see a better dawn. |
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Author: Uncle Albert
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