His steady gaze is focused, across those country lawns
He thinks of long lost comrades, on frosty Autumn morns
Of those who died in conflicts, and never more will rise
Cast in bronze, there never falls, a teardrop from his eyes

As we pass, his presence there invites us all to pause
Remember those who fought and fell, so bravely for the cause
He represents the braw young folk, who died to keep us free
They went to war in distant lands, protecting you and me

And once a year, on Anzac Day, his feet are decked in flowers
He does'nt smile, nor does he cry, just passes lonely hours
It's just as well his heart is bronze, for surely it would break
If it absorbed the grief shed there, his tears would fill a lake

For years and years he stands and stares, he gazes over the grass
And wonders if we'll ever learn, if peace will come to pass
We'll all be gone, but he'll stand on, amid windy rain and weather
Reminding us to pay respect to those asleep forever.

Lest We Forget.