Called to war. Sent across.
To lands abound and far enough.
The Anzacs were never lost.
Our hearts spread with pride
And glory.
Fell were they at Gallipoli, who at beaches, landed wrongly.
The waters deep and bullets afloat they fought with might of lions and hearts of steel.
But in all they won and enemies fell, the water calmed.
They Were Called Home.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Called to war. Sent across.
To lands abound and far enough.
The Anzacs were never lost.
Our hearts spread with pride
And glory.
Fell were they at Gallipoli, who at beaches, landed wrongly.
The waters deep and bullets afloat they fought with might of lions and hearts of steel.
But in all they won and enemies fell, the water calmed.
They Were Called Home.
BY J.R.Williamson
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