Favourite Son.

The noise it seems so near to me,
surrounds me as i write.
I sit alone within this trench and have done all this night.
I hear the cries of fallen men, the shout of armour fired.
I do not know quite where i am, i'm wounded mum and tired.
I'm bleeding, shot this very day by a face i'll never know.
I fired once and he too fell so quickly yet so slow.
This is not real this world i see lit up by skies ablaze,
It's like a dream played out so slow within a smokey glaze,
The sound, a painfilled melody echoes in my ears,
A song i shall not soon forget as my fate draws ever near.
I'm scared though mum i can't deny as this life holds me still.
I wish that i could just come home, to our small house on the
hill.
but i will soon return to you, of that i am now sure.
dont cry though mum be proud of me i stood my ground and more,
I served well and i am not sad i've had nineteen years of smiles.
I chose to be where i am now, walked willingly these miles.
But now i fear i'm growing weak, the sounds now seem so far.
I take comfort knowing soon i'll be back home, back where you
are.
I love you mum i'll miss you but don't fear i feel no pain.
I'm happy knowing soon i'll pass and be with you again.
So welcome me with not one tear, my war is finally done.
I say goodbye.
Your faithful, brave and always favourite son.