Here I kneel on distant shores, a young man born to play, This scarlet beach of sorrow that has caused my heart to toil, Has interned many soldiers who have shed this mortal coil. On distant lands of trouble by the shore of sandy bay, This ruined beach of glory! Yet, no castles shall I build today. I hear the wrath of thunder, drawing closer ever near. The bitter water rises up as we siege foreign land, Valiant was our vision as the cries for freedom call, Here I stand on freedom’s shore, a young man born
to die, To all our sons and daughters, may the price of freedom
cry, Lest we forget the fallen, on the battlefields gone bye. On distant
shores of courage, that is where my soul shall stay, Still in peaceful
silence, yet no castles shall I build today. To the Valiant men and women who gave their lives to purchase
Our freedom. May they always be remembered and never be forgotten
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