We never dreamed of war.

Our little bright child eyes,

But slowly and surely we watched 

As our toys became weapons 

And our rhymes changed into battle cries.

we were turned into men with black holes for eyes 

 

As we were morphing 

The countries were getting tense 

Watching each other like they would in a game of chess 

One would make a move the other would ponder why?

This went on for a while, the whole world asking why 

Some countries got tired of the rules 

And decided to cheat 

Burning the board from right under our feet 

This called for action and war was declared 

Our little bright eyes were not prepared 

 

We said goodbye to our families, waving away 

And left to try and fix the ways 

When we played pretend, there was always a way out 

But we were stuck in a nightmare of fire and smoke 

Brave men were killed all around 

Trying to fix what we knew could not be found 

Peace is what we wanted for this war to end 

 

Countries became inventors

coming up with new ways for us to die 

Like gas and weapons faster than our eyes

We were trapped and tired, but we always kept fighting 

Knowing this had to end for the world to keep going 

On November 11th 1918 

The last guns were shot,

And as the smoked cleared, the ground harvested the blood 

 

We made our way home making sure to honour the dead 

And as we left we noticed these poppies all around 

Carrying the memories of those that could not be found

Lest we forget