I wrote this on Remembrance Sunday after watching the service on television |
My nephew is fighting in Afghanistan, also my daughter-in-law's brother and cousin. Every day I pray for all the men and women caught up in a war that is not of their choosing. This is a sincere tribute for all those who are grieving , who are suffering a loss of some kind due to war. Shadows In The Mist All those that have fallen, Their silenced feet march on. Lives given or stolen, They have not really gone. Listen for my son’s voice Amidst the rustling leaves, He bravely made his choice, And now his family grieves. In every sunset is their colour, Their spirit it survives; We thank them for their valour And for their precious lives. Listen for my daughter, Her love of life was strong. The brook’s clear rippling water, Now sings her gentle song. Each morning at daybreak We pray all wars will cease That one day we shall wake To find a world at peace. In every sunset is their colour, Their spirit it survives; We thank them for their valour And for their precious lives. All those that have fallen, Names join a growing list. Lives given or stolen Now they're shadows in the mist. Lives given or stolen Are now shadows in the mist. You can listen to this song for free at http://fandalism.com/annticipation/b0GO |