While walking in this garden The
stones we see the same Rows and rows are
endless With glory in each
name
Courageous hearts all blended In
rows that match in line Our military
forces In death they still
align
We give them place of
honor Where flags fly high above So we
will know the glory The sacrifice of
love
In duty to their country They all
were sworn to be The power of this
nation Our greatest legacy
I softly hear the drum
roll Whenever I walk by Pride that fills a
nation Within this ground now lies
I
bow my head in reverence Then life my eyes up
high See their spirits marching Then hear
their battle cry.
~Francine Pucillo©2001-2003~
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