Under Flanders skies (a century later)

Under Flanders cloudy skies,
where the 'great war soldier' lies
in the sacred earth, below
tombstones in the morning glow,
you still can hear the sad goodbyes.

This land, once forced down to its knees
holds in its womb the sanctuaries
where poppies though, no longer grow
between the crosses, row on row;
soil here finally found its peace.

Brave men's sorrows, pains and fears
and the millions of shed tears
form a stairway built with grace
up to heaven in this place,
even after a hundred years.