by Noel Garcia

They stained the streets with their blood

To once again fill the sky with laughter

They walked where there brothers’ fell

To once again see their mothers

For in those fields where they laid,

Their heart’s songs and silent weeps,

Became the battle cry that paved the way.

So that you and me will live in better days

And with gratitude in our hearts

Fill theirs halls

With honour and praise

To always remember

The heroes who marched on and laid their lives that day