I’ve been away at the war,
Things are not the same anymore,
I don’t sleep well at night,
I hear comrades crying out in fright.

It’s not what I dreamt about at the front,
I’m sorry, but I have to be blunt,
I thought of the home that once I knew,
While the bombs and bullets flew.

It’s all that kept me sane,
In the mud and the rain.
Blessed thought of home,
Of not dying all alone.

The bloody war was a nightmare,
With someone at home to care,
With noise and rats for company,
And only no-mans land to see.

I’m home now, the war is over,
I should really feel in clover,
Though many a squaddie mate,
Fell in pain to a soldiers fate.

I see them in my restless dreams,
I can hear their tortured screams,
My wife says she understands,
She didn’t know those far off lands.

The war is over, that’s that,
Not for me, I’ll tell you flat,
I can’t turn it off just like a tap,
Those memories my soul does sap.

I came home to hope for change,
Those war torn days now out of range,
I pray that my nightmares will cease
Until I finally find some true peace.