Three Sides To Every Story

The guy went crackers in the war Now he sells daffodils down the old grave road Sings songs about the dead His daily bread The kids throw stones Shout out names It’s a shame Who can you blame One day, the kids were playing in the river Tommy got into trouble, panic ensued They ran to him in tears He ran back with them, diving straight in Tommy felt the strong arms lift him above the water His friends pulled him onto the grass I’ll go back for the rest, he shouted It was only Tommy No, there’s always more He swam out till lost from view They talked about him for a while The usual words always came back He went crackers in the war.