The war is over,
And now we mourn,
For our friends that have fallen,
We stand here alone.
The poppies sway,
On the scarred countryside,
Torn by the battle,
Where they laid, now gone.
We remember them,
For the blood that they shed,
As red as a poppy,
We will never forget.
We stand alone,
But now we’re together,
My long-lost friend,
Forever.
