The day before
The day before the war began
We were sitting on the benches
Our eyes were closed and drinking in
The sun that warmed our grateful faces.
All was quiet, all was normal
In the streets of Dublin town
Drinking coffee, planning trips
For when the summer came around.
Not a cloud in the sky
No sign of war planes in the distance
No suggestion that peace was breaking
All is normal, until it’s not.
Life is hanging by a thread
Everything we take for granted
Simple pains and simple pleasures
All is normal til it’s not.
Suddenly we’re part of history
Just a chapter in the school books
Our time has come, the day’s arrived
Leave the luggage, just survive.
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