Ms. Anne Thrope

Dear Anne
Just to know
To let you know
I’m doin' fine
The papers
Are only tellin'
Half the truth
Cannons
Blazin'
Beautiful
At night
Shrapnel
In a body
Is a horrible sight
Wish I could hear
Your voice on the phone
'Cause I don’t know
I’m coming home
Please don’t
Let the children cry
Ms. Anne Thrope
Courage
Cowardice
My spent shells
Have found a new home
In some poor son of a bitch
Oh I wish I could hear
Your voice on the phone
'Cause I don’t know
If I’m coming home
Please don’t
Let the children cry
The wounded bleed
The dying moan
We find it hard
To believe in anything
Three weeks
In the trench
Freezin'
Bodies everywhere
Your eyes
Angles and thighs
Hauntin' my dreams
Wish I could hear
Your voice on the phone
'Cause I don’t know
If I’m coming home
I wish I could hear
Your voice on the phone
'Cause I don’t know
If I’m coming home
Please don’t
Let the children cry
Ms. Anne Thrope
Ms. Anne Thrope