The shots go off,
The battle has been won,
The crosses lay on the dirt,
With millions of poppies in-between,
They seem to give hope
Hope of better days,
Hope of life without violence,
Of the living and of the died,
They’re brightness seems to make the battlefield brighter,
And in the midst of everything happier,
The holes where the soldiers used to fight,
Soon will be filled it,
Say it’s over,
Over forever,
Say its over please?
