To Remember
I lay here to remember the past,
visions are bombed through my head.
The lives of those who lost, will last,
For they are the dead.
To remember is what we must do,
To forget them would haunt our mind.
To remember they fought for me and you,
They were all so strong and kind.
And now they lay in a field,
The poppies will continue to grow.
Their secrets shall not be sealed,
But displayed proudly upon every row.
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