The Lost Comrade

Where is my fellow soldier and friend
He said he would stay by my side ‘til the end
In these trenches we have stayed
And often for our safety prayed
Our feet are cold and soaking
Poison gas has left us choking
We dream of our families back home
Where we were free to wander and roam
Clutching our weapons tightly
We look over the trench slightly
Shrapnel covers the ground
My comrade I’ve still not found
As night begins to fall
I hear someone call
Soldier your comrade is gone
I shall mourn from dusk to dawn