If I could be a poppy I think my life would change
I could honour all the fallen who fell where I remain
The souls would not be forgotten least not while I stand
The soldiers whose lives were given here on this bloody land

My petals would fall each evening to remind you of those we lose
Then renewed with each new morning as I cried the moist of the dew
My only fear is my petals I doubt there will be enough
To remember the lost and forgotten the generals send to the dust