The whispering fields remember
souls of the past their ember
leads the way to a new tomorrow
where we learn from their sorrow

The grass leans in to listen
to spirits and how they glisten
When they speak of yesterday
of the price they had to pay

Letters written remains unread
to people who past who are dead
Their laugh their Lifes are gone
whose numbers are up are drawn

No gravestones tell their story
but they all deserve their glory
Yet in silence only poppies grow
and nobody will forever know

That they where sons of the past
who did their best of dices cast
Yet fields whispers of their might
about wonders inspite of fright

Now in soil of blood they sleep
while their families cry and weep
But in every rustle and shadow
whispers stories of high and low

For legends of the whispering fields
tells stories of men who never yields
Who left us with a legendary endeavour
altough names may be unknown forever

They died for future generations
while bringing peace to nations
Their way of doing what's right
remains an inspiration of might