[Intro] [Somber Piano]
The trumpets sounded, a nation's call,
Young men marched, standing proud and tall.
A future painted, brave and bright,
Stepped into the darkness, and the endless night.

[Verse 1] [Folk Ballad]
From cobbled streets and fields of green,
A generation's curse, a tragic scene.
They left behind their loves and kin,
To fight a war they couldn't win.
The telegrams arrived with dread,
A list of names, the newly dead.

[Chorus] [Melancholy Choir]
And every village, every town,
A cenotaph stands, bearing names down.
Silent stone, a tearful plea,
For fathers lost, for you and me.
A generation's price, so steep,
While widows weep and children sleep.

[Verse 2] [Brooding Acoustic Guitar]
The trains returned, but not with all,
Some came back broken, beyond recall.
Scars unseen, a haunted gaze,
Lost in the war's bewildering maze.
The limping step, the missing hand,
A heavy burden on the land.

[Chorus] [Melancholy Choir]
And every village, every town,
A cenotaph stands, bearing names down.
Silent stone, a tearful plea,
For fathers lost, for you and me.
A generation's price, so steep,
While widows weep and children sleep.

[Bridge] [Orchestral Swell]
The poppies bloom, a solemn sign,
A fragile beauty, so divine.
A whispered prayer, a fading light,
Remembering the endless fight.

[Outro] [Fading Piano and Strings]
The cenotaphs remain, a constant ache,
A generation's curse, for goodness sake.
Their sacrifice, a debt we owe,
May peace prevail, and seeds of hope grow.
[Fade out]