The flame dancing on the candle flickers,
In the background somebody is crying,
The minute silence feels like it's for forever,
In the war somewhere somebody is dying.
No one really speaks of the war,
Not the soldiers I've met or know,
But you can see in their eyes, the worry,
Hidden deep down, suppressed below.
Will they be remembered?
The soldiers who fought and died,
Or will they just fade into nothing,
Or be used to support another politicians lies?
People always exclaim "never again",
they did it after the first world war,
Then the second too,
But we are all so self destructive,
look what we've got ourselves into.
The minute silence is over,
Every body relaxes in the comfort of noise,
Soldiers hide behind the smiles and laughter,
The fact they're still little girls and boys.
The base goes on as normal,
Everybody has a duty and a job,
but every time a new death is reported,
You can hear the quite sob.
For the person who lost their life,
For the things he didn't get to do,
For the family sat at home waiting,
And for all the living too.
(This is based on my sister who is in the RAF'S life and the things I've experienced when I visit her at her base.)
