A soldier marching going into battle
carrying a lucky charm from home

He wanted to remind himself
of how it felt to be alone
because his family had died and he wanted to fight

He finally reached the battlefield
all was set and they can’t rest,

3…2…1…

It has started.
Some people have fallen and couldn’t rise from the grave
but they did something good for their people

They were all starving, their wasn’t even bread
They were all raided by the German bombs
and some families were even dead

A soldier named Tom had a tear running down his fumed red cheek
as he watched the soldiers go down one by one

His head filled with fume as he walked to the Germans
To avenge his friend but something was bothering him

Behind him he felt something from his back –
it was blood gushing down like water

He fell down.

Before he died, he thought about the yummy roast dinners
his mum cooked him
about children laughing
and most of all a piece of home.