I left my home at seventeen
To see a world I’d never seen.
The fighting took a giant toll
On my heart and on my soul.
Young and old, it spared no one
The war waged on, it wasn’t done.
Many sons left their moms behind
To get through life, almost blind.
Many friends died protecting life
This war seems like unending strife.
For freedom I will give it all
So all can live free and tall
Do not mourn my sacrifice
I’d do it twice even thrice.
But even that is not quite true
I’d do it every time for you.
Now I rest in Flanders field
With loving heart my soul is filled
Someday I’ll see you all again
Without the sorrow and the pain
Remember all we paid for you
Be the same in all you do.
Nothing matters more to me
Than for all men to be free.
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