FEAR – INSIDE THE WIRE

Sing a song of barbwire fences,
Things could go awry;
See the nervous GIs,
Hoping not to die.

Crouched behind the sand bags
Fighting off the dread,
Praying that the sunrise
Won't find us cold and dead.

Monsoon season's started,
Skies are wet and grey;
Won't be no sky-borne cavalry
Coming to save this day.

Tighten up the pucker string,
Throttle back the fear,
Tingling senses tell you,
Charlie's creeping near.

Mouth is just a little dry,
Jaws are clenched and tight;
Even hardcore atheist
Pray for morning light...

And something more
Than mortal help
To see us through the night.