They fought and they died, For our country's pride. And now the lie dead, On their muddy bed. Their gift to us our freedom, A life that we live so dumb. Did they die in vain, What can we do to ease their pain. If we but stop and think, Of something we share, a link. We begin to see, They too have a right to be free. How can we save their souls, Cool their hearts a-grilling coals. A gift from us that none condemn, We will remember them. Lest We Forget