Analysis of forgotten moor 2

The spirets they gather on forgotten moor,
The ghosts of soldiers alive no more, Soldiers fighting polatitions war's,
All dead and buried on forgotten moor.

Our mothers at home lock the doors, There sons all dead remembered no more,
my father now crys for his missing son
a son who died becouse he belonged.

I wanted to be a brave son for mum,
i wanted to give up and lay down my gun,
i wanted a wife with eyes pale blue,
i wanted to die at 72,
They asked me to take the betelion forth ,
the battle ended breaking the dorn.
i held up my hands and i prayed to go0d
clossed my eyes and the bomb it dropped.

The spirets thyey gather on forgotten moor, to sing and dance and play til;l dawen.
a memory to soldiers lost at war.
the sodiers are sleeping on forgotten moor.