Where the Poppies Grow
Nearly 100 years ago
Poppies did not grow
On the fields where we are now dead
Our bodies lay like lead
On the field where the poppies grow
Life as a soldier was ever so tough
Because one would be dead, soon enough
And if you think your life is hard
Come with us and stay on guard
On the field where the poppies grow
Smiles wiped from our face
Like a worm, frowns scramble in their place
With every thunder of the rain
Another bullet sends us into miserable pain
On the field where the poppies grow
'Cause of the misery, pain
And unnecessary strain
Life is rough
And ever so tough
On the field where the poppies grow
As the bullets did cry
Limbs did fly
Far away
To rest, not play
On the field where the poppies grow
Remember I hope
All the time we did devote
To the battle that we finally won
Where many parents lost a son
On the field where the poppies grow
Now the cross
All covered in moss
Is the only way to remember us all
Where we all did fall
On the field where the poppies grow
Buses, taxis and cars
Technology has gone far
We should have experienced this
But instead we lay in hoped eternal bliss
On the field where the poppies grow
I weep, I cry
I am not going to lie
I hoped to survive
To finally be able to smile
Not to lie on the field where the poppies grow
"do as your told!
Ignore the dreaded cold!
The you'll survive"
But why, oh why did I die?
Lying here...
On the field...
Where the poppies...
Grow
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