A flower held hand as the young girl
reaches up for her mothers grasp
The reddest of velvet's reflected from
her tears on eyes as her poppy
stands proud and straight
Remember their sacrifice
As you join in their stand
An honour to hold one
Red poppy to hand
She knows why she's standing
She know no return
Her father not here now
His never come home
He fought for his country
He fought for his life
He fought for his honour
His family
Our life
Remember this girl that cries every night
No father to hold her
Is gone from this earth
Yet she is the proudest
A daughter could be
Because of her father
Gave life
For you
...and for me
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
A flower held hand as the young girl
reaches up for her mothers grasp
The reddest of velvet's reflected from
her tears on eyes as her poppy
stands proud and straight
Remember their sacrifice
As you join in their stand
An honour to hold one
Red poppy to hand
She knows why she's standing
She know no return
Her father not here now
His never come home
He fought for his country
He fought for his life
He fought for his honour
His family
Our life
Remember this girl that cries every night
No father to hold her
Is gone from this earth
Yet she is the proudest
A daughter could be
Because of her father
Gave life
For you
...and for me
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