Poppies

This land left weary This land left crushed Where longing is heavy Where singing is tough This land, unsteady This land, collapsed Studded with bodies Cold cakes in mud Where we've lost all our crop and we've lost all we've loved Except for the poppies, being born from the dust Where we've lost all our crop and we've lost all we've loved Except for the poppies, except for the poppies Now winter is here It's harsh and it's cold The smell of blood Clings hard to our clothes Where we've lost all our crop and we've lost all we've loved Except for the poppies, they are born from the dust We've lost all our crop Where we've lost all we've loved Except for the poppies, except for the poppies We are still here, our silence is gold Moving the earth to flatten the soil We are stil here our lips sealed and sore Smooth out the land we call our home Where we've lost all our crop and we've lost all ve've loved Except for the poppies, they are born from the dust Where we've lost all our crop and we've lost all we've loved Except for the poppies except for the poppies We are still here, our silence is gold Moving the earth to flatten the soil We are still here, our lips sealed and sore Smooth out the land we call our home