The Forgotten Dead

They are in the graves of the forgotten dead
And nothing is known of them written or said
No headstone to tell of who they were above where their remains lay
The forgotten dead in the World of today
On the graves over where they lay the grass and weeds overgrown
And nothing of their heritage it does seem is known
Perhaps in life they knew of some laughter, sorrow and pain
But the mystery of their identity under the dark earth remain
Like others they ought to be remembered but sadly they are not
The forgotten dead in the graves of the forgot
Nobody brings flowers to place on where they lay
And kneel with head bowed for them for to pray
No headstone on their grave inscribed with their name
Perhaps they lived as they died as strangers to fame.