The red poppies fall on this armistice day.
100 years gone by, where old soldiers lay.
To commemorate fallen, we sit quiet to pray.
Hear the faint sound of the bugle’s soft call.
On a blood soaked battlefield,such young men did fall.
The war may be won,but the battle still lost.
Humans paid with their life and sacrificed all.
But at such deadly cost,with much greater loss.
Death and destruction is all that’s around.
Buildings and houses now lay on the ground.
Trenches now empty with footprints still there.
For the shell shocked and injured.
No words of war spoken its too heard to bear.
Mothers,wives,children,husbands and sons
Carry battles scars so deep, never to be undone
Like barbed wire cuts skin ,lives are so broken
What world is this now,what life will they know
When the clock strikes 11am, down our heads bow
To remember the fallen,the fighting and frail
These unsung true heroes will keep standing tall
Poppies keep falling always leaving there mark
If you listen from a distance hear the call of the bugle
With tears in our eyes and hurt we can’t hide
Pride in our hearts as we stand side by side
Each one affected in our own personal way
As the sun starts to fall , day is fading away
We owe them our lives for our freedom today