For we were young and we had wings
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The man we never knew


There's a voice that begs us to listen
and it comes from across the sea
Though you've never met the caller
will you listen to his plea?

Will you pause for just a moment?
Whisper soft, a prayer or two
Will you bow your head in silence
for the man we never knew

We know not what his name was
nor the colour of his skin
We know not of his virtues
of his weakness or his sin

But we know he died in battle
though he'd never cared for fight
For his country's call had reached him
and he died for what was right

Was he from the teaming city?
From the Village, farm, or town
Did he thrill to every sunrise
count his joys as night came down?

Was the breath of life sweet to him
as it is to me and you?
Was he awed by nature's wonders
this man we never knew?

We know not what his thoughts were
as the end swiftly came
Did he think of home and laughter
of his sweetheart, wife or friend?

Did he yearn to stay that moment
as alone he hailed the end?
He's asleep across the ocean,
with a hundred thousand more
who for Canada and freedom died on foreign shores

Yes...  There is a voice that begs us to listen
and the message is plain
We have paid the price of freedom
let it not have been in vain

Will you pause for just a moment
in your very busy day?
Will you bow your head in silence
and a few words softly pray?

Will you wear the blood red poppy?
And with feelings that are true
give thanks to veterans (God) for freedom
and the man we never knew


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