A WARRIOR HAS COME HOME
The sky was crowded and gray
The Chaplain was ready to pray
The clouds parted, out came the sun
A town came to honor its native son
Five months ago, a wife said good-bye
All heads were bowed, a daughter did cry
I’ll be home safe and sound, he said that day
The hot desolate tract of desert so far away
“On behalf of a grateful nation,” a folded flag
This soldier came home, in a black plastic bag
The sounds of TAPS echoed thru out the hills
Gunfire, a soldier’s salute, gave me the chills
Young soldiers fight and die, so we can be free
He died for his country; he died for you and me
In a University, its art, they walk on the flag
I’ll be damned; they’ll treat it like an old rag
From Bunker Hill, to Valley Forge, it flew
Always hold in esteem; the red, white and blue
In the desert of Iraq, and all the wars of the past
May OLD GLORY forever fly, may freedom last
A soldier has come home, in peace may he rest
Our soldiers, our pride, are our nation’s best
Remember his family, for their son we do pray
We came to bury and honor them all, this day
By GaelicRogue
© 2008 GaelicRogue
(All rights reserved)
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