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.