Words on a stone

Words on a stone

The battle field is silent, the graves are dug, the mist has surrendered to the sun and yet the tears of family fall even as the names, just become words on a wall.

The flag is draped, the song is played do not soil a brothers trade and forget a soldier’s final deed upon the field he did bleed.

He saved your freedom he died for you what was his dreams before the due? He wanted to live, he wanted to love, he wanted his children to feel his hug, but upon the few fell the task to do the duty of the last.

The flag is raised the mourn is done. Do you feel the silence of the hateful gun?

The days turn to years as winters pass no one is left who felt the horrors of a crimson past. but a child will play and a child will cry, picking a flower for the sky, leaving behind a whispered sound, thankful for the freedom found.

Freedom is yours to defend or suffer, so honor his death unlike all others or freedom will fall on a stone and join that hero who stays unknown.



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