The sun shines along the valley
As lily's ripple in the breeze.
A soldier stands at attention.
His eyes across the now tranquil scene,
That so long ago was torn and broken
Dark and filled with horrors and grief,
He sees the beauty before him
But his memories still torment and haunt
He reflects on his past
When fighting for peace was a struggle
Against an oppressive foe
But now the bridge of time has been mended
Lives rebuilt, families restored,
The Dead given a place of honour.
Those who faught so bravely across the pond
Live on in memory
Reminding us that peace is a fragile thing.
It must be cultivated and cherished.
The past has been put to rest,
but it is never forgotten.
We must never forget.