In days of the past, the bombs and bullets did fly,
my comrades in arms had said their final good byes.
Their blood and their souls was left on the shore,
their battles were over but so not the war.

They lie here in silence,
They lie here in sleep,
They lie here together among the rolling fields of green.
So these are my heros as I kneel here today,
Never forgotten and never in dismay.

© Silent Screams