The
big push is coming
the news so often said
behind the doors of every street
it's the telegram they dread
the big push is under way
the foe is in retreat
no door is missed by the telegraph boy
delivering in the street
just one young lad has returned
from Kitchener 's pals brigade
there is no grand street party
or a victory parade
he can not go out shopping
this survivor of the push
for fear of hidden snipers
or a planned ambush
his bed is wet with urine
soaked pillow where he cried
he talks to people no one sees
to comrades that have died
there's a mantle pieces for hero's
for those that didn't die alone
but there is no shrine for hero's
when you take your demons home
the news so often said
behind the doors of every street
it's the telegram they dread
the big push is under way
the foe is in retreat
no door is missed by the telegraph boy
delivering in the street
just one young lad has returned
from Kitchener 's pals brigade
there is no grand street party
or a victory parade
he can not go out shopping
this survivor of the push
for fear of hidden snipers
or a planned ambush
his bed is wet with urine
soaked pillow where he cried
he talks to people no one sees
to comrades that have died
there's a mantle pieces for hero's
for those that didn't die alone
but there is no shrine for hero's
when you take your demons home
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