Forgotten Voice

My dear love I'm writing to you
All my thoughts
Four long years of living in a trench
Making me wonder if I'll see the end

At first light the whistle blows for
One last push
Then I'll be home to hold you in my arms
I'm sorry I'm not the same person who left

Because of the deafening barrage of war
Lately I've forgotten the sound of your voice
I carry your picture right next to my heart
Leaving you was harder than I've had to bear

Sweet perfume decomposing
In the mud
The ground is always churned by shells
Preparing to climb up those ladders to hell

Because of the deafening barrage of war
Lately I've forgotten the sound of your voice
I carry your picture right next to my heart
Leaving you was harder than I've had to bear

And up above the moon is full
Illuminating every single one of us awaiting the call
And I wonder if you're looking up
And thinking of me at the break of dawn
Writing these final few words
I'll see you soon (I hope)

How's our child?
She must be nearly five years old
I wonder what she will think of me
I promise I'll try not to bring this hell home

Because of the deafening barrage of war
Lately I've forgotten the sound of your voice
I carry your picture right next to my heart
Leaving you was harder than I've had to bear

Because of the deafening barrage of war
Lately I've forgotten the sound of your voice
I carry your picture right next to my heart
Leaving you was harder than I've had to bear