Let me rest here for a while
Wipe my eyes and try to smile
I see by reading upon your stone
You died at 21 and you died alone.
You passed away in this country not long ago
But fighting for what I do not know.
I must have been lucky it never happened to me
A landmine I was very lucky I did not have to see
Perhaps instead of Northern Ireland
Another country, another waste of life, is awaiting me.