Victory Day

To God we gave our hearts closed our eyelids to pray in a humble and peaceful way many years ago, on the eighth of May neath friendly victorious skies and banners high, we trod we gave our hearts to God. Comrades gathered in each City Square as songs of elation floated on air... the second world war of wars had ended and heavenly peace, to earth descended. Raids from the Luftwaffe low in flight still tortured our minds in dreams at night Wars should never ever be but wars will ever ever be! 'Fight the good fight with all thy might' Is this wrong, or is this right? Should we be looking back in shame or should we be singing a battle refrain? 'Twas an old-fashioned world of despair, when spitfires and hurricanes took to the air, our lesson we should have learnt well, but did we? The future years will tell. To God we gave our hearts closed our eyelids to pray in a humble and peaceful way many years ago, on the eighth of May neath friendly victorious skies and banners high we trod we gave our hearts to God.