The Poppies Still Grow in Random Writings

I stand amongst the crosses faded white
Honest heroes that I shall never know
In Flanders Field the poppies continue to grow

Hand over heart, my eyes feel tight
A tear breaks the dam and they begin to flow
I stand amongst the crosses faded white
Honest heroes that I shall never know

Thank you all for being freedoms White Knight
The respect you deserve, I will do my best to show
As I bow my head and pray for those buried below
I stand amongst the crosses faded white
Honest heroes that I shall never know
In Flanders Field the poppies continue to grow