If I were a soldier
Fighting a war
I think that I’d die
For what we’re fighting for

Id hold my gun steady
Ready to shoot
This battle is heady
There’s blood on my boot

On a cold dreary day
With gunshots all around
The sight of poppy fields
And newly dug grave mounds

Fallen soldiers fighting with me
Together we’d stand for victory
Feeling the losses of the day
The battle that was our misery

Counting the days till we get home
We’d find ourselves dreaming
of horrific sights
Carved into our memories
Always remembering

But I’m not a soldier
I don’t know what it was like
I never fought a war
Never fought for someone’s life

So I’ll wear this poppy
In remembrance of them
They fought for my country
And im writing for them