You only know my name but not my story,
We were raised through the pain but fight for the glory.
Identity is the same but we are different races,
We have the same features but different faces.
I have lost so many men but I am happy to see them go,
At the same place the poppies appeared for people to see them grow.
All my men are at a better place with their eye over me,
Bravest of the brave, we are Gurkhas from overseas.