(1) I stand here alone with loved ones to hand; my tributes to lay on this salient land. The voices within as mem'ries unfold of a comrade at peace now who shall grow not old. (2) A tree gives me shade in gardens so fine; a stone with inscription that goes beyond time. The headstones are neat in rows marching past and the names of the fallen, forever will last. (3) A son kneels to touch his father's cold stone; a tear in his eye for a friend long since gone. A woman stands proud, with medals on show, for a husband who died that his children might grow. (4) Recorded in stone and gun metal grey, those heroes in silence look down as we pray. The standard is dip'd, the flowers are laid then the music is sounded and homage is paid. (5) They left us a torch to carry with pride and hope for a future where peace can abide. I dream of a life, that's lived without fear, it is for that tomorrow our people lie here. 漏 June 2006 Nigel J.C. Turnbull
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