Sadness and pride
In my heart and in my eyes
They ran the beaches then they were gone
Just Memories of heroes and respect lives on.
The lone piper on the shore,
Bellowing in the insanity of war
Bellowing out the rallying call
As the troops, they rise and fall
A cry for freedom,
A farcry for peace,
History repeats,
Wars never cease
The king with his medals for watering flowers,
Prime minister smiling like he's at Alton towers,
And the veterans they relive every minute,
The only ones who feel the pain of being in it.
The sadness that blows across the fields and the beaches,
The fight to destroy Tirany and all that it reaches,
At the cost of the many, but I am no preacher,
History isn't enough truth to be the teacher.
The guilty still wage war at the cost of the innocent,
This is not what I represent.
This is the world that I resent.
But at the going down of the sun And in the morning,
We will remember them.
