While horses graze in a wintery maze. Now stolen too take part in our humans crazy ways. Tunnelling through trenches made out blood, sweat, wood and mud. With bodies covered in mortar shells and lead. It was a soldiers spell of living hell. knowing there enemies leaders would never have enough. Just wishing they could stop the death rate. Never knowing they could be mates after there iron curtain hate. As the grass dry's just as a couple walks down a country lane. O Wayne of pain this life I live is never rural as I go to another co vid funeral. So why was man destined to fly as citizenry draws to a lonely road. As concrete jungles make there own struggles. While watching skycrapers look like they touch the sky. As man follows rainbows looking for there *** of gold. Just as the sunshine mixes with the rain. There's always another guy that blames his woman. That's when relationships are ruined. With pastures of green as the young tell the old another story to be told. On motherland on realm did we not witness god's kingdom that was not define. Knowing that time wasn't mine. With there wartime lies and British spies. As this wonderful nation cried. You would think after all that pain and misery. No missles and bullets would be fired. Knowing all of our world war hero's have nearly died