I’ve laid here for a hundred years
And yet no one knows my name
One hundred years ago they brought me here
To help to ease their pain
The streets were lined with a hoard of faces
Each one claiming me as theirs
Silence reigned down upon them
And their cold, grieving stares
A helmet stood on my coffin
As I made my final journey
Slowly , slowly, my comrades at my side
They all were there for me.
Now today I hear your singing
As you lay poppies all around
Then You bow your heads in silence
As bells around the world resound.
No foot shall ever walk upon me
So remember me today, and every day
Remember all my friends here with me
As in your hearts we stay.
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