THE YOUNG SOLDIER

The bugle on the battlefield sounds once more 
Remembering the young soldier who died two hours before 
The last post the bugle plays is a haunting sound 
This young soldier did not choose to die on this very ground

The young soldier killed was about eighteen or so 
Torment and sorrow left behind he would never know 
Soldier dear soldier you fought for peace 
However the bloodshed and fighting did not cease 

Hundred years on the bugle still plays its tune 
Each time a reminder that a life is taken too soon