The hugely talented Francesca Parkinson in Year 10 has composed a poignant Remembrance Day song which she performed wonderfully in today’s Armistice Assembly.
You can also read her lyrics below…
Me of Many
Thoughts of the Battlefields
are inside me.
The fog is thick, the mist hangs low,
which makes it hard to see.
There are still some tough memories,
of what there used to be.
But whilst the mist hangs so so low,
they will be hard to see.
Blood red poppies blow in winds,
which touched our very souls.
The bullets keep on firing,
till the gun they’re from is cold.
The soldiers who fell,
was it in vain?
They were ordered to be bold
On rolling hills, the grass now gone
We do what we are told.
I want to curl up,
But they say to stand tall.
When I face all those people
Who don’t know at all
Gas isn’t the only thing making it hard to see.
Cause I remember what my friends were to me.
The gunshots, the bullets,
There’s shrapnel in my heart.
It beats, but it aches still
the knife edge is so sharp.
The ghosts of my fellows keep on throwing endless darts. At me.
The voices, the crying,
they all fall to the ground.
The blood keeps on seeping,
When both sides are all down.
The ghosts of my fellows whisper yet there is no sound. At me.
Hard hats don’t protect you from things
The camouflage keeps us alive,
but makes us hard to read.
Oh, shells keep coming down.
So I cross my heart and look around.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
and smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
When they come crashing in.
So I shoulder my rifle,
and wait for the whistle to begin.