My daddy’s car has just pulled up
I thought that he was gone for good.

My father walked up to us
with a sad look upon his face.

We went inside the house, and sat down at the table
he said he’d tell us all about war, but that’s when I asked,

“Where’s my brother?”

My dad’s face was all twisted up and then the tears were flowing
He solemnly told me something that I almost understood,

“Praising is what makes the remembrance, dear.”

My mother started sobbing so now I understand
I will not bring them up again, as long as they’re around.

I told my dad to tell us why he went to war,
he stopped crying and wiped away the tears.

He said he went to war because, like most Canadians he held dear the belief that without freedom there can be no ensuring peace and without peace no enduring freedom.

He said the people who returned to their families
would live with the physical and mental scars of war forever.

I decided that I had heard enough
I ran to my room and slammed my door.

My bed was wet with tears
Tissues covered my floor.

My face was red and puffy
I’d been crying all night long.

My brother was athletic, playful, and funny.
My brother was a joy to be around.

My brother was my best friend!

My brother gave up his life
he sacrificed himself


And now we have to life without him
But in our hearts he will always be.