I never knew my Grandfather, he died before I was born

On a battle field in Flanders, on a late September morn

A young man in his prime was he, who never raised his son

No part of him was ever found, when battle it was won

But I bear his name with pride because, a heo still is he

Who gave his life for everyone, especially you and me

He speaks to me from spirit, though I never hear his words

He talks to me in sunlight, in animals and birds

I feel his very presence, his hand upon my arm

His guidance and protection, still keeping me from harm

Like those who went before him and those who followed on

He lives within the spirit, of every fathers son

Like him I know your loved ones, are with you every day

Their love for you is endless, it nevr goes away

They are reaching out to touch you, To comfort and to guide

Never ever leaving, but walking by your side

So remember those in spirit, as they remember you

Give honour to their memory

In everything you do.