I remember my comrades
so vital and young
They were just like the flowers
whose blossoms have sprung.

Now they lie buried
in far foreign lands
Though the call to the flag
which each country demands.

It is sad that our youth
should die in such ways
Not having the chance
to live out their days.

All wars are destructful
and should never be used
As it leaves many millions
all sad and confused.

With sorrowful widows
and men that are maimed
And where even the victors
don't win as in claimed.

It is up to World Nations
to live all in peace,
Where the horrors of war
will for ever more cease.