'National Memorial Arboretum'

 

"I looked along the Staffordshire wall, with names as far as I could see, 
Brothers, friends I knew before now etched in memories,

 

I've seen their names so many times, and felt them with my love,
I walk along, the rain pours down, their tears from up above.

 

I watch a veteran, deep in thought, pain shown on his face,
Escorting a mother to the wall, he's taken his brother's place,

 

She reaches out to touch a name, the one that was her son,
They pause together in the rain, sharing memories and not just one.

 

Our brothers who fought and those who died, their names for all to see,
Their lives so brief, fallen short, a page in history,

 

We can't forget what they had done, so many years ago,
Sacrifices they have made, the bravery they all showed.

 

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, crying in the rain,

For all those brothers who've touched our hearts, we'll never see again.

 

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, with names as far as I could see, 
Brothers, friends I knew before now etched in memories,

 

I've seen their names so many times, and felt them with my love,
I walk along, the rain pours down, their tears from up above.

 

I watch a veteran, deep in thought, pain shown on his face,
Escorting a mother to the wall, he's taken his brother's place,

 

She reaches out to touch a name, the one that was her son,
They pause together in the rain, sharing memories and not just one.

 

Our brothers who fought and those who died, their names for all to see,
Their lives so brief, fallen short, a page in history,

 

We can't forget what they had done, so many years ago,
Sacrifices they have made, the bravery they all showed.

 

I looked along the Staffordshire wall, crying in the rain,
For all those brothers who've touched our hearts, we'll never see again."