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I wrote this poem as I was listening to an interview with parents who'd lost their children in Afghanistan. A mother had lost her son and a father had lost his daughter. However, I have dedicated it to everyone who has been affected by any war, anywhere at any time. It has now been recorded. My melody is arranged and played by Arthur Rathbone Pullen of Sizzle Studios in Bournemouth UK.

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Shadows In the Mist

All those that have fallen,
Their silenced feet march on.
Lives given or stolen,
They have not really gone.

Listen for my son’s voice
Amidst the rustling leaves,
He bravely made his choice,
And now his family grieves.

In every sunset is their colour
Their spirit it survives 
We thank them for their valour,
And for their precious lives.

Listen for my daughter,
Her love of life was strong.
The brook’s clear rippling water, 
Now sings her gentle song.

Each morning at the daybreak
We pray all wars will cease
That one day we shall wake
To find a world at peace.

In every sunset is their colour
Their spirit it survives 
We thank them for their valour,
And for their precious lives.

All those that have fallen,
Names join a growing list.
Lives given or stolen
Now shadows in the mist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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