Anton’s Diary

by Bern Prost

Genre: Folk/Acoustic

Lyrics

ANTON’S DIARY

He was on a journey
He was at sail
He would call your name
As he wrote the tales

About guns in the distance
About blood on the ground
And the fear in the air
And the battles that he found

chorus:
But you had taken your leave
You did not think he would soon return home
I guess you did not know he still loved you so
And all of his dreams were taken away

Winter was bitter
And time dragged on
All alone in the night
To his grave he would stand

And there with his paper
And pencil in hand
From the barracks he wrote for
Someone he loved

chorus:
But you had taken your leave
You did not think he would soon return home
I guess you did not know how much he loved you so
And all of his dreams were taken away

He kept the war in his mind
And the demons at bay
He spent years with his memoirs
But he gave them away

Every year in November
We call out his name
Lest we forget the things given up
For the land that he served

chorus:

And you had taken your leave
You did not think they would soon return home
I guess you did not know he still loved you so
And all of his dreams were taken away
All of his dreams were taken away

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