Poppies in the Field
At the place of a battle not long ago
A field stretches out, flock of birds in the sky
All I can see are crimson red poppies
Like bursts of blood on a canvas of rye
Scenes of carnage flashing vivid before me
Mothers mourning lost sons, all in black
The earth draws a breath, wounded and groaning
Cleansing the ground with rain turned to muck
In place stands and burns a torch everlasting
Same one that my brothers held in the dark
And with sunken heads the flowers are weeping
For my fallen comrades who all left their mark
Im one with the field as those around me
Me and this grief will not ever make peace
Not to forget, not to weep is my sentence
But silently bow for all those that i miss
My sacred memory will never betray me
Steadfast in our oath these treasures I guard
I stand on my knees and look up to the heavens
And mourn all the ones who live on in my heart