Tommy

It's quiet now

No sound of shot or shell

I'm sitting here exhausted

I've made my way through hell

 

I don't know if I've comrades left

Or I am all alone

I wish they'd come and find me

And put me on a boat back home

 

I can't describe the carnage

One man can do to another

But now that it's all over

That man is still my brother

 

 

                                           John Richardson