The sun rises on the horizon,
As the bugler plays her solemn ode,
Heads are bowed in memory,
For those who gave so much,
So long ago.
The tears stream down my cheeks,
As I watch the wreaths laid to rest,
It is but a small token to give,
For those who gave so much,
So long ago.
The pain I feel inside my chest,
Is but a small sacrifice in comparison,
To the pain and suffering on the battlefield,
Of those who gave so much,
So long ago.
The dream of many in humankind,
Is to never visit such sorrow again,
But will we ever learn or just remember,
For those who gave so much,
So long ago.
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