It’s more than just a red poppy worn, Or statues that weather the storm, It’s more than silence we hold, head bowed, It’s a promise paid, brave and proud. Lives that were given for peace, For a world where wars could cease, For a freedom we wake up to, For dreams that could come true. So remember their faces, their voices now gone, They fought for the dawn that we carry on, Not just statues and poppies, they’re more than that sign— They’re the hands that hold up your life and mine. In fields where the battles were fierce, And silence fell when peace drew near, It’s not just a memory, it’s what they believed, In a world where we could all breathe free. Not just the symbols we wear, But a duty we all must bear, To live with the courage they gave, And honor the paths that they paved. So remember their faces, their voices now gone, They fought for the dawn that we carry on, Not just statues and poppies, they’re more than that sign— They’re the hands that hold up your life and mine. For those who didn’t make it home, For the peace they wanted known, This day is more than just a memory— It’s the promise that we can still be free. So remember their faces, their voices now gone, They fought for the dawn that we carry on, Not just statues and poppies, they’re more than that sign— They’re the hands that hold up your life and mine. More than just a red poppy worn, A truth from battles long mourned, A promise we live for, day by day, For the peace they gave so we’d find our way. © 2025 Rushell MacDonald. All rights reserved
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