Place of Peace.

Honoured by are presents and yet,

Discraced by what they see.

Their watchful eye surrounds us,

Is this the generation they fought to save?

The war to end all wars or so they,

Said, and yet we go to war again and Again.

They died fighting for what they believed,

They died fighting for you and for me.

They have fought a good fight ,

They have finished their course,

And have kept the faith for you and for me.