Running through the winter fields
Through the morning mists and the veil
Station boy - searching for his friends
A quest in perpetuity,
In a war that never ends.
It never ends.
A moment of great sorrow locked in blasted time
A black and white old movie by a railway line.
But a poem or a song it has the power - of release
And fade a haunting timeline,
Now the boy he is at peace.
At peace, at peace, at peace.
Peace.
