We grow here for the soldiers who have lost their lives in war,
some people pass us daily and think of us no more.
The wind it blows our heads down, the Sergeant shouts, “look out”.
Some soldiers hit by angry fire, what is it all about.
We grow here for the soldiers our petal show the blood
of men who died in battle and lay here in the mud.
But now some wars continue, soldiers die for us each day.
The poppy is our reminder, they must not fade away.
The poppy grows here daily, why cannot people see,
that fighting’s not the answer to make peace for you and me.
