We remember the past with a gold and yellow glow,
But we have forgotten the graves weeping rich red blood,

We remember it was for a good and righteous fight,
But we have forgotten the cause of the real rhyme and reason,

We remember the sacrificed lone Unknown Soldier,
But we have forgotten his fallen and long gone brothers-in-arms,

We remember the passion and glory of our Lord,
But we have forgotten our dreaming days of peace and flying hope,

We remember the War started in the year of 1914,
But we have forgotten that War's rage bleeds right into our day and age,

We remember the deep red poppies in rich European fields,
But we have forgotten the crows who snatched away our salvation and souls.

Remember a November night...*

Fireworks tear through the cloudy eyes of the weeping sky,
A bonfire of truth is piled high and somewhere someone cries,
There were sparklers of hope once and joy did jiggle and fly,
But now people die and cry, they scream out *"Why? Why? Why?"

"...and her innocence,
torn and clawed,
it bled and dripped,
the tatters of her childhood flapped away
into the misty layers of life's hooded forest..."

I hold her gently and I hold her still,
She grows cold and still in my iron hard fist,
She still swims in the cells of my dead and drowning mind,

Still…

The summer has come
And the summer has long gone,
Taking with it her symphony of yesterday’s songs,

Still…

I smell her rose red essence,
Still as fresh as a summer’s bygone day,
Her memories float over the dry and sharp jagged thorns,

Still…

Everything in time will be silent,
No more will I hear her light footsteps,
Yet I still hear her soft weeping in my suicidal screams.