Hear them whisper,
voices from the other side
hear them calling
former foes now friends are resting side by side.
They will never,
leave our hearts or fade away forever.
They were far to young to die in such a way.
How many wasted lives,
how many dreams did fade away?
Broken promises they wont be coming home.
Oh mothers wipe your tears your sons
will rest a million years,
found their peace at last as foe turn to
friend and forgive
and they knew they would die,
Gallipoli,
left their letters in the sand.
Such waste of life,
Gallipoli,
dreams of freedom turns to dust.
Hell is waiting,
where the ocean meets the sand.
Cliffs of burden,
where the soldiers ruched into a certain death.
At the shoreline,
blood of heroes stains the land.
Lite of candle,
one for each of them who fought and died in vain.
There is no enemy,
there is no victory.
Only boys who lost their lives in the sand,
young men were sacrificed their name
and carving stone and kept alive.
And forever we honour the memory of them.
And they knew they would die,
Gallipoli,
left their letters in the sand.
Such waste of life,
Gallipoli,
dreams of freedom turns to dust.
How many wasted lives,
how many dreams did fade away?
Broken promises they wont be coming home.
Oh mothers wipe your tears your sons
will rest a million years,
found their peace at last as foe turn to
friend and forgive
and they knew they would die,
Gallipoli,
left their letters in the sand.
Such waste of life,
Gallipoli,
dreams of freedom turns to dust.
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