In a dead place
Corpses everywhere,
An eerie silence,
But yet in the corner
A poppy grows
Symbolising war,
The first to grow,
The last to die
The poppy stands proud and strong

In a lifeless field
Blood rots on the floor,
A hive of nothingness,
But right in the centre
A poppy grows,
Bringing hope,
The one who loves,
The one who’s gone
The poppy stands big and strong

In a heart
A broken tear
Irreversible pain,
But still the poppy grows,
In memory of him,
In remembrance of war,
That poppy grows alone,
Still proud in his blood red