Crosses Stand

The field is filled with red flowers
With crosses perfectly ordered
The many men lost lay here
In between France and Holland
In this place called Flanders Fieldd
Where crosses stand and poppies grow
Lost souls who died in pain
They are here in this place
This place called Flanders Fields
A ground of haunting memories
Horrible to think of why
People want to end problems this way
Here in Flanders Fields they stay
Where crosses stand and poppies grow