Old soldiers in the firing line, Community clubbing time, Let's honour them in rhymes, Now in the vault of the unleashed, Their courage released, For the job, they were the right men, The flower of past generations, People to treasure, through the ages, In theatres of combat, such stages, Designer beers wanted here, On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.
Oh valorous and courageous Heart, Scholarly love was all you thought to pursue. But Life gave you another heart to love, then, too soon, took her away from you. A tiny heart was left in her shadow; a child to blossom in your Life. Too soon, too soon would she know that Time betrays the greatest warrior, Oh valorous and courageous Heart.
Beauty in the sky as it blesses us with rain, Beauty in the the words that swept away the tame, Beauty in our fellow man whom fights with sword in hand, Beauty that he may one day hold his peace at last my friend, Beauty in the women whom can retort with strength and valour, Beauty that she may one day find the grace to whit her manner, Beauty in the blades of grass that blanket our earthly womb, Beauty in the golden chains we lace around our tomb, Beauty to whom it may seem is a mystery, Can you tell me of true beauty?