Someone's Son

Green is the grass
That sways worry free

Red is the leg
Buried beneath the dead

Poor is the soul yearning for home
Past are the days rich war lords gave anything free

Brown is the eye
That stares dead from mud and earth
Gone is the young lad
From some county near Perth

Father asks - oh where is my son
The Apple of my eye?

Fell near a tree waiting to die

The field slumbers
Ne'er knew what went on
Mother's are awake
Praying for a dead son

Why stir embers? Why carry on?
Why stare at a clock
awaiting a son
They fought bravely
But one battle was already won
They were loved

They were someone's son