IN FLANDERS FIELDS THE POPPIES GROW,
WHERE INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE BURIED BELOW,
THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES TO LET US KNOW
THAT WAR IS NOT THE WAY TO GO.
THEY STAYED IN TRENCHES COLD AND MUDDY,
THEY FOUGHT THE WAR SO DARK AND BLOODY,
DEFENDING COUNTRIES EVERYWHERE
BY SEA AND LAND AND IN THE AIR.
THEY'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN,
THEIR FAMILIES OR FRIENDS.
THE WAR,
THE BLOODY WAR HAS BROUGHT THEM TO AN END.
THE ONES WHO HAVE SURVIVED THE WAR
ARE SCARRED WITH MEMORIES,
OF BLOOD AND DEATH, AND GUNS,
AND FRIENDS TRYING TO FLEE,
THE SOLDIERS GRAVES ARE FAR AWAY
AND SO ON EVERY SPECIAL DAY
WE BOW OUR HEADS AND GREATFUL SAY
“THANK YOUâ€