A/N: this is in the view of Albert's father and how he feels when his son goes to war. Please keep reviewing; favourite and subscribe if you wish (it makes my day!). Enjoy :)
I am an old man standing by,
Watching my son go to fight and die,
All because of that stupid creature,
Who made my son into an excellent teacher.
I stand straight as he waves behind his back,
Leaving his family down the track,
A smart grey uniform, I must say,
Much better than they were in my day.
A few long months down the line,
For our son, we begin to pine,
Also I'm getting slightly concerned,
We've heard no news from our boy who hasn't returned.
A year or two later, we still wait,
For any sign our boy is just late,
But terrible thoughts slowly creep into our heads;
What if he's out there- injured or dead?
A blood-red sun sets on our land
If he is dead, we would understand,
There is my boy and his horse by the seat!
I run forwards with joy and in the middle we meet.
So he's not dead, I see, he's alive and well,
I admire his courage and inside me pride swells,
For my young boy went and fought for his land,
He came back to us and now he's a man.