My head full of regret,
as I sit here looking back...

A few hurtful words
said in great rash...

Over the moors and through the glen
his song can be heard...

He saw the destruction on the telly
and heard the screams on the radio...

Remember a Hero,
for what he had to give...

Love has lost its innocence.
its warm, fuzzy feeling...

Staring into the mirror
society menacingly laughing back...

To be young again, such a dream
shed your burden and sew up the seam...

Do you see that bright light on the horizon son...
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Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...

The Aftermath,
when silence sets in...

To the forgotten Tommy,
the boy that was known by all...