I hear the alarm,
Howling around the hangar.
As I rush for my gear,
It ignites my anger.
My baby she waits,
With wounds to tell,
Of a sortie with victories,
Painted on her tail.
I sit in her cockpit,
Roaring to go.
We take to the sky,
And give them their show.
Their fighters are fast,
But my spitfire is cunning.
Along with my wingmen,
We’ll just keep on hunting.
The night raids continue,
Orange blasts fill the sky.
As debris hits the ground,
Another shall die.
My baby she flies,
With more stories of horror.
A congratulations of triumphs,
She’ll be branded a warrior.
I keep losing my friends,
In the war that rages on.
We fight for our country,
We protect the dawn.
There’s an emptiness inside,
As I fly over Dover.
I’ve been shot to the torso,
I’m bleeding all over.
I take in the scene,
Of the red rising sun,
Kiss my baby goodbye,
It’s my time. I’m done.
I fought for Great Britain,
To honour my duty.
I’ve run out of chances,
To tuck in this Beauty.
I shan’t be alone,
My lost brothers will find me.
They’ll bring whiskey and laughter,
For death has no enemy.
I’ll salute no regrets,
And bid the world adieu.
Herein please remember,
What I sacrificed for you.
justinewinter 