This day is not
For those that fought
And came home to tell the tale.
It’s for those
Who lay in rows,
6 feet down in sacred dales.
The fought like hell,
But they still fell
In far-flung, foreign lands,
So we could be free,
Do what we please,
Without fear of oppressor`s hands.
This day, we recall
All those who fall
And die whilst fighting war,
Both today,
And back a ways,
On distant, foreign shores.
We bow our heads,
And tears we may shed,
For those who, head on, met with death,
But they live on,
In the world beyond,
And in the hearts of those that are left.
For those that fought
And came home to tell the tale.
It’s for those
Who lay in rows,
6 feet down in sacred dales.
The fought like hell,
But they still fell
In far-flung, foreign lands,
So we could be free,
Do what we please,
Without fear of oppressor`s hands.
This day, we recall
All those who fall
And die whilst fighting war,
Both today,
And back a ways,
On distant, foreign shores.
We bow our heads,
And tears we may shed,
For those who, head on, met with death,
But they live on,
In the world beyond,
And in the hearts of those that are left.