The bell tolls but once a year,
heroic souls all gather there.
To hear the silence of the remembering verse,
the verse I know and never need to rehearse.
They listen in lands so far from home ground,
voices on white faces talk without sound.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, rank behind rank,
I found souls unknown with just crosses to thank.
Among stone divisions, with my forbears I met,
said my peace from inside and vowed to never forget.
