Y..Three mile grave

The clock, turns the hours away,
every tick, takes a heartbeat
and brings me closer to the morrow.

The lamented sky does cry for me.

Its cool rainy sorrow
tries to dampen my fears
as I lay here, in this three mile grave.

Soldier brave.

The hush of fear brims a-loud
the smell of deaths white shroud.
covers me, as I try to breath.

It will take me down.

All my hearts are so far away,
they will be broken,

Oh God, I wish for home
soldier soldier, so alone.