A Lesson Learnt

All men are sons, but all sons aren't men

Some are just boys, or children

And the light in their eyes is just time

And time ticks away, it fleets with each night

And as we decay, it's not hidden from sight

And we all must pay time with our lives

They said "For King and Country, do us your bit"

Well an old soldier never dies

Plenty of young ones did

And history can't teach because we won't learn

We just bury our heads and pray for the worst

To happen to those in a field far away

But when all's said and done and peeled away

We're just flesh, blood and bones, exactly the same

As we're left to decay in that field far away

They said "For King and Country, do us your bit"

Well an old soldier never dies

Plenty of young ones did

They said "For King and Country, do us your bit"

Well an old soldier never dies

Plenty of young ones did

There's a corner somewhere, the poems they call home

There's a box in the earth marked by a stone

Dulce et Decorum est, it's nothing but words

It's nothing but words

Dulce et Decorum est to the glorious dead