i heard the low thunder well off in the mountains
i thought it so strange blue unbroken sky
it felt that my heart had been broken and plundered
that i was a victim and i was pulled under
as you told me the tale of a life now gone by
–
as if the fresh morning delivers a phone call
that shatters to fragments the dreams that lay quiet
the structure of wishes the end of the dawning
reports in a low voice its news without warning
eclipsing your peace of mind not caring why
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but i haven’t fought hard enough for your honour
the barrel is rusty bullets spray from above
we fight til we no longer know who we’re trusting
we’re fighting like soldiers we’re soldiers of love
(soldiers of misfortune… soldiers of love)
–
the tips of my fingers dance on the keyboard
the stories they tell of the loves and the loss
are echoes of singers hot forged in the furnace
we hear them, we sing them we want them to burn us
We yearn to repay them regardless of cost
–
no i haven’t fought hard enough for your honour
the steel trigger finger disguised in a glove
we recognise neither the soldier nor singer
we’re fighting like soldiers we’re soldiers of love
(soldiers of misfortune… soldiers of love)
–
the heart is a soldier its bullets are wet tears
the battle is ready the ground is prepared
the cannon are oiled the enemy bolder
the boundries uncertain the passion now colder
we’ve only the hope we can reclaim the years
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yet I will fight on hard enough for your honour
the vague apparition that’s not spoken of
With no inhibition no doubt who we’re trusting
we’re fighting like soldiers we’re soldiers of love
(soldiers of fortune… we’re soldiers of love)
jmidworth 
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