Her life was measured by the shimmering song of life,

Her beauty will live on in the art and memory of mankind,

Her name was Norma Jeane but Marilyn was her star’s sign,

Her eyes now drink in the dreaming valley of the eternal divine.

Remember them...

They were soldiers once upon a time,
They fought so we could live in better times,

Remember them...

Many of them died far from their families and homes,
Many of them came back with scars and broken bones,

Remember them...

They are old, and fast marching time is not on their side,
They are old, please help them live with dignity and pride,

Remember them...

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?"