After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry, see the dream of the Anzac has watered his eye .
It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war, sure peace was what the Anzacs had fought and died for .
With his hands in the air a soldier cries a bit , but people are blind to the dream and cannot fit .
Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find they've lost their battlefields and their armies are blind.
Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero . Here they come .
They bury the dream because they cannot recall , what it was that made the Anzac stand proud and tall .
Anzacs came from all walks of life .
They were brothers .
Soldiers with dreams that they seldom shared with others .
Soldiers who had loved ones , and families back home .
Some of the Anzacs had no one to call their own .
How honoured I feel to remember them this way . I salute them , have I your attention I say .
Stand at ease, fall out.
Sir , nobody knew his name
Dear God you know who he was , our dream was the same.
Undaunted, united as one, the brave Anzac had no face to show fear .
There was no turning back .
We found the Anzacs dream there, but I wonder why as Anzac day and the parades have passed on by , we remember to cry for the forgotten dream and the memories of what the Anzacs had been that haunts us today and remains here in our time .
How guilty are those of committing such a crime.
What the Anzacs fought for is what we must redeem , as we look back and try to recapture their dream.
The ship's sunk and they say ,we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.