Let the Children Play

Let the children play among the graves of fallen soldiers.

Those that lie in Flanders fields were barely that much older

When their youthful playful lives were ended.

Let young lovers meet among the ordered ranks of men

Lying silent, still, alone, who’ll never love again,

Or see their children born, grow up, and thrive.

Let the fallen witness song and laughter, joy and love.

Shine some light upon them from the world above.

In the midst of death let there be life.