A single tear rolled down his cheek,
He could not breathe, he could not speak,
The wind was cold, he did not mind,
His comrades dead and he was blind.
A hand reached out and took his own,
And gently placed it on the stone,
The names he felt were those he knew,
And words, “We’ll never forget you”.
The tear rolled on, it met his chin,
He’d never see his friends again,
His memory still crystal clear,
Of how the battle brought him here.
His tear rolled on and fell to ground,
It landed there without a sound,
Yet in his heart a battle raged,
Still fresh and raw, though he had aged.
And as he stood, he felt the pain,
Of let’s forget and start again,
How could it stop? This world’s at war,
Our memory an open door.
We’ll keep it in our minds, you bet,
AND VOW WE NEVER WILL FORGET.
