Battlefield Blues

Written by: James Marshall Goff

seconds before what was blurs
crashing waves sinking my lost smile
penny whistle and guitar fluttered
above your sweet memory
inside shrunken heads
amid tightly woven mouths
rain fell for days
all I had left was an old war bugle
I heard it proper once
rain hides my tears
sonny said it belonged to his dad
sound carried all the way
to the enemy camp at nightfall
penny whistle and guitar fluttered
above your sweet memory
maybe home won't go away
the rain fell for days

                    the rain fell

                              for days