The cowardy survivor

Bombs rushing overhead

All the heroes lie there dead

Frustration, pity and sorrow surround

Ears deaf to such obsolite sound

And as we lie in our dark pit

Each soldiers eyes begin to flit

For in our dreams we're safe at least

Our angry, upset minds released

But for us it will not last

As we know we'll soon be past

Unless of corse like cowards we hide

A cursed survivor, woe betide