Wall Of Gold Stars

Behold four thousand golden stars
For those who died in our World Wars
Each cost a hundred cherished lives
Grieving sweethearts, widowed wives

Now, at last we honour them
With flags and trumpets, great Amen
Salutes and songs of valour old
Tears amongst the glittering gold

Few are left to view the scene
Stone memorials, fields of green
They replace the fields of blood
Men who died in gore and mud

Let us pray it's not too late
To put an end to war and hate
That we may let these gold stars shine
For peace tomorrow, yours and mine