The Bombs They Fell On Christmas Night
The bombs they fell on Christmas night,
Both sides entrenched in a bitter fight.
And as Christmas day drew near,
There was no thought of Christmas cheer.
The soldiers noticed in the night,
A star that shone far too bright.
Then what next did appear,
Filled the soldiers hearts with fear.
A ghastly angel with wings all torn,
Spoke,:On this very day was born:.
:The son of God, the King of Kings,
And on this special day, he brings.:
:The hope of peace, between all men:,
Then the angel was gone again.
As the men climbed from their holes,
They saw the battles deadly tole.
So many bodies strewn around,
They covered every inch of ground.
The soldiers hearts were filled with grief
And yet that feeling was quite brief.
As orders came to fight once more,
The men returned to their holy war.
The soldiers failed to see the light,
And the bombs they fell on Christmas night.
With so many lives just thown away,
The bombs they fell on Christmas day.
So many bodies strewn around,
They covered every inch of ground.
The soldiers hearts were filled with grief,
Yet that feeling was quite brief.
As orders came to fight once more,
The men returned to their holy war.
The soldiers failed to see the light,
As the bombs they fell on Christmas night.
With so many lives just thrown away.
The bombs they fell on Christmas Day.
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