We will remember them

A field of poppies lies where blood was shed. And on this day we remember. Small white crosses stand at their head. And on this day we remember. Countless millions in war have died. And on this day we remember. In their actions and sacrifice we have such pride. And on...

Back home

Once a year we stand and we pray For those who risk their lives through night and through day. Shivering from cold and deprived of their sleep. Back home the crowds protest, and the widows? They weep. At the end of the day we can return to our home; Yet they must stay...