We stand alone here today,
Because of who fought for us to stay.
At 4:28 the first fleet arrived
Just barely, they survived.
99 years ago they fought for our lives
Little do you know 11’000 ANZAC’s died…
They fought for 8 months
While they watched their mates die
Somehow they soldiered on
Thinking “I need to stay alive”
Many had wives, many were injured,
Many… Did not survive
You think of them of the people who went to war
I think of them as the Diggers, Fighting for our souls
The stains of blood spread over the beach
As brave young lives cut short and lost
So far from home, so out of reach
Lives cut short…Just for peace
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row
Marking the place Our Diggers lay
Their family’s willowing and joining in Pray
The sun still rises over the past blooded land
The ocean still washing away the memories in the sand
Every year..On the 25th of April
We join in prayer
Praying for those who have fallen:
They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them.
-Lest We Forget-