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Lest we forget? But - have we forgotten?
The cost, the maiming of war? Lest we forget?
Yet what’s left but mem'ries
Of blood-stained graves on a foreign shore?
Indelible memories to parents and friends,
To loved ones who grieve to this day.
Or the many who fought, who laid down their lives,
The greatest of price one can pay.
Do we value our freedom? Do we know what it cost?
Have we ever considered the pain?
The poppies, the crosses, the graves still unmarked,
The sound of the bugle's refrain.
And those who returned, still bearing their scars,
The endless haunting of war,
Water-filled trenches, mud-caked boots,
And the sound of the cannon’s loud roar.
Mem’ries of buddies who fell at their side,
Who lay in the mud and the grime,
Still shouldering their weapons, still fighting the foe,
Until they ran out of time.
Unable to help, unable to save,
The mem'ry will always be there.
Let us never forget the torture, the pain,
The heartache they had to bear.
Today we remember - tomorrow as well,
The hardships that war brought our way,
But, praise to our God that freedom ensued
It's the dawn of a shining new day!