For The World

What is wrong with this world

And all the people in it?

How can so many people die

In just ten times one minute?

How can people live

When other people die?

Why do people celebrate

Whilst other people cry?

But now I understand

That there is no right or wrong.

For some there's death and hunger,

For others there's a song

So on this day and every year

Whilst people stand and shed a tear,

We'll say a prayer and sing to those

Whose souls up into heaven rose

For people whose bodies in cold fields lay

Are remembered this and every day.