Remembrance Sunday 2009

And I could cry a million tears,

and poppies fall like rain,

if all the death and sacrifice

had only been in vain.

Ninety years have passed and gone
since that first hopefilled day
but fear and fighting still survive
in blood along the way.

Fools and heroes fill the graves

of soldiers sent to die

yet fools and villains still remain

to stir the battle cry.

Novembers come, Novembers go;

grey skies and Autumn leaves.

But faith and love and hope live on

for those who can believe.

And I could cry a million tears,

and poppies fall like rain,

if all the death and sacrifice

had only been in vain.