We feel all alone, small and weak Scared to go out, even to speak. the things they say, the things they do. Would you like it if it were you ? These are fools we don't understand So lets get together and fight our stand Unite today and show we're stronger For we're the innocent, we've done no wrong
Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields, Sleep sweet - to rise anew! We caught the torch you threw And holding high, we keep the Faith With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red That grows on fields where valour led; It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies, But lends a lustre to the red Of the flower that blooms above the dead In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red We wear in honour of our dead. Fear not that ye have died for naught; We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought In Flanders Fields.
