Friends Are Forever.........(written by Billy Little)

My mind is wandering back

To when we were boys

All through our childhood

We shared our toys

 

We grew up together

Never were we apart

We were like twins

Sharing the same heart

 

When we left school

We shared the same job

We enlisted in the army

We joined the same mob

 

 We trained side by side

We went through the pain

We grew from boys to men

We would never be the same

 

Then off to Northern Ireland

Like the three tours before

To protect the vulnerable people

From this mindless civil war

 

Patrolling the streets of Belfast

Or the countryside of Armagh

We were protecting each other

Never ever straying too far

 

I still remember that morning

It`s implanted in my mind

How did I miss that wire

Why, oh why was I blind

 

 Now after all these years

Each one comes and goes

Never will I forget you

As on your grave I place a rose

 

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Haunted Memories …..(written by Billy Little)

If I was to put my arms around him

If I was to hold him close to me

Would the images from his past, go away

Would they just let him be?

 

Would they all vanish if I kissed him

Would they go if I enveloped him with love

Would all of his nightmares disappear

If I promised to pray to the God above?

 

Now the war`s from the past come to haunt him

Whilst he his in the dead of night

They`re leading him into the battle

Where he learnt to put up a fight

 

His screaming echoes throughout the darkness

His mind is wandering back in time again

He`s back into a world only he knows of

Back to the sorrow that just won`t end

 

If my love could bring him back to me

If I only knew the right words to say

Would it bring him back from the dark, cold

Shadows … Into the bright light of the day?

 

What are these forces that plague his mind

Why are they taking all his reality away

What are these forces that steal his dreams

Why does he have haunted memories of yesterday? ….

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Letter from Home…..(written by Billy Little)

 

I come back in from patrol

I throw my webbing on the floor

I put my weapon in my locker

My body is aching, tired and sore



Lying on my bed, thinking of you

The tears are filling in my eyes

Upon my bedside table

A letter from you, what a nice surprise

 

I open the letter, I smell your scent

I read it for the umpteenth time

I still can`t believe its over

You no longer want to be mine

 

I`m thousands of miles away

I need to hold you near

You`re having another mans child

I read it again and wipe away a tear

 

It had been so long, since your last letter

And now I know the reason why

I will love you always and forever

Within my heart and my soul, goodbye

 

They knocked on her door to break the news

That her husband had taken his own life

She knew he could not live without her

Knowing, she no longer wanted to be his wife

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