A land without ruins is a land without memories - a land without memories is a land without history.

Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us; The martyr band That hallowed our land With the blood they shed in a tide for us?

Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.

A land without ruins is a land without memories - a land without memories is a land without history.