All those that have fallen,

Their feet march on.

Lives given or stolen,

They have not really gone.

Listen for my son’s voice

Amid the rustling leaves,

Bravely he made his choice,

Now his family grieves.

Listen for my daughter,

Her love of life was strong.

In the brook’s rippling water,

Now you can hear her song.

In every sunset is their colour,

In every rainfall their tears,

In every heart their valour,

In every nightmare their fears.

Each morning at daybreak

Hope rises anew.

One day the world will wake

To a better, safer, view.

All those that have fallen,

Names join an ever-growing list.

Lives given or stolen

Are now shadows in the mist.