Remember Foreign Shores
We saw through eyes of smoke and fire how brief our lives could be;
We lay in trenches, mud caked souls, to grant man liberty.
We live one moment at a time; each breath could be our last.
With anquished hearts we realized the fury of each blast.
We were but boys, too young to die,what were we fighting for?
To keep the freedom we enjoyed we fought on foreign shore.
We paid a price, a heavy price, when many souls were slain;
The enemy must be destroyed our freedom to sustain.
We have returned and stand today to honor those we lost;
We bow our heads, our hearts, our souls, for those who paid the cost.
There is no glamour or romance to horrible, killing wars,
So please remember our young lads who rest on foreign shores.
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