Bumps And Bruises
Be careful, darling, as you crawl along,
Beware the dangers on the ground.
I’ll try my best to protect you,
Because your Daddy’s no longer around.
There’s things out here that could harm you,
My precious, listen hard to me.
It would be so easy to hurt yourself,
With perils that you might never see.
You can’t know yet, but it’s a bad world out there,
In ways you cannot even conceive,
And there’s a struggle that’s going on,
With men fighting for what they believe.
They’re at it now in lands far away,
Armed forces pitched in terrible fight -
I can’t expect you to understand it,
But they’re just doing what they know to be right.
It’s why your Daddy went off last year:
He felt that he just had to go.
He was doing his job and playing his part:
He never meant to be a hero.
He wasn’t especially brave or tough -
Just a regular guy doing his bit,
Dressed up in his uniform,
And carrying the usual kit.
He was a soldier, trained and true,
Posted on patrol near foreign borders.
He didn’t question what he had to do,
But carried on, and followed orders.
We missed him during every tour,
Time without him always seemed to drag.
But we understood the job he did,
For Queen, and Country and the flag.
He expected to come back home to us,
Just like all the other men,
But too many bumps and bruises,
Means that we’ll not see him again.
We’re alone now, there’s just you and me;
You’re my precious, you’re my beauty,
You’ll grow to admire that soldier, your father:
A man protecting your freedom, and doing his duty.
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