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
Author Unknown
We Shall Keep the Faith
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.
by Moina Michael
