Dying Soldiers

In a field were silence fell,

Poppies grow in peace to tell,

The stories of the dying soldiers.

With their uniforms dull and grey,

They had fears and didn't want to stay,

But evil grew upon them.

They fought and fought, losing lives,

Leaving behind children and wives,

Their hearts filled with pain and sorrow.

Adolf Hilter made them cry,

They didn't want to say goodbye,

The pathway of life diminished.

And thats the stories of the dying soldiers,

Sadly gone,

But not forgotten