I saw 

The flare of the gun

Against the setting sun

 

My baby's smiling face

I kept within a lonely space

 

My wife's hand in mine

For one final time 

 

I saw

The blood from my chest

Sending my body to rest

 

The future I thought would be

Drift away to a blood red sea

 

The hands of Time slowly cease

Feeling a weary inner peace

 

I saw

My Mother baking bread

The normality of things we said

 

I saw

The child in me, now lost

Those left behind counting the cost

 

I saw

A time before this war

And then I felt 

And saw no more