Gardens of StoneĀ 

Brave men — fallen friends, alert as children show / Flowers fresh from little hands, yet far too young to know

A time when men answered a call and tears fell like rain / Then just as Peace began anew, the World cried out again.

Off again to freedom fight, but it was just too high a cost / Lovers denied, Mothers cried. So many sons were lost.

Time tries to fade the memories, while they still stand alone / Remembered by most, one day a year / Then lost in gardens of stone.