When
Flowers of the Forest
stills into
remembrance
When
the Last Post
moves into
Reveille
When
the church door
clicks shut
and the clergymen leave
Who
will remember them
that did not grow old
nor the years condemn?
The memorials
mute markers
the tombstones
silent pointers
Slumber on then
into eternity
we will remember you
yet not the lessons
Your suffering has ceased
we'll all rejoin you
until the Day breaks
and the Shadows flee away
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