These scars that mark the countryside and mar the pretty view
Remind us of a harder time when all that man could do
Was fight to keep his homeland free, and save the joys he knew

The crumbled trenches and white crosses that mark where soldiers lie
Painfully remind us of the days when our boys died
In honor of their sacred land and sunlit native skies

The echo of the cannon boom still rings in many ears
And remembered is the painful wait for the news that we all feared
To hear of death of those we loved and those that we held dear

Yet never should we hate the memories of a conflict ended
For it’s through the wars of history our freedom is defended
And maybe, by remembering, new wars will be prevented