They fought and some died for their homelandnThey fought and some died now it’s our landnLook at his little child, there’s no fear in her eyesnCould he not show respect for other dads who have died?nnTake two minutes, would you mind?nIt’s a pittance of timenFor the boys and the girls who went overnIn peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.nIt’s a pittance of timennGod forgive me for wanting to strike himnGive me strength so as not to be like himnMy heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lipsnMy throat wants to bawl out, my tongue barely resistsnnBut two minutes I will bidenIt’s a pittance of timenFor the boys and the girls who went overnIn peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.nIt’s a pittance of timennRead the letters and poems of the heroes at homenThey have casualties, battles, and fears of their ownnThere’s a price to be paid if you go, if you staynFreedom is fought for and won in numerous waysnnTake two minutes would you mind?nIt’s a pittance of timenFor the boys and the girls all overnMay we never forget our young become vetsnAt the end of the line it’s a pittance of timennIt takes courage to fight in your own warnIt takes courage to fight someone else’s warnOur peacekeepers tell of their own living hellnThey bring hope to foreign lands that the hatemongers can’t kill.nnTake two minutes, would you mind?nIt’s a pittance of timenFor the boys and the girls who go overnIn peacetime our best still don battle dressnAnd lay their lives on the line.nIt’s a pittance of timennIn Peace may they rest, lest we forget why they died.nTake a pittance of time