I can see your presence is here
But your spirit’s in a different place
That keeps you from being near
Suspended in time and space
Where it is always that fateful day
The same scene inside your head
Will not stop it continues to play
Till your spirit is the weight of lead
Life is happening outside of your shell
Folks all around laughing and talking
Only you know that you are in hell
For you are a dead spirit still walking
And searching for the life that was
Before that trauma which seemed to halt
Your world for the Falklands cause
The door to your heart is locked tight
Makes no difference what key you use
It never seems to fit just right
So you try to be a husband and dad
Whilst desperately searching for your world
In the land of normal before it all went bad