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for memorial day
the flags fly at half mast
we lower our heads the pause
everything is still and quiet
the breath of death hangs near
we gather to celebrate what we have
by remembering those who gave it up
fallen, gone, but not forgoten
the soldiers of memorial day
a trumet sounds across the stones
echoed by another
taps is played slow and solum
not a word is muttered
how can we ever thank them
the ones who gave it all
fallen, gone, but not forgoten
the soldiers of memorial day
a simple cross or star of david
a flag of red white blue
a flag of blood
a flag of purity
a flag of open skys
a flag to mark what they fought for
fallen, gone, but not forgoten
the soldiers of memorial day
an empty chair for those not here
the mias, the pows, the ones lost
a soldiers life is irony
they fight for freedom by giving up theirs
individuality by becoming part of a group
their families, so we may have ours
fallen, gone but not forgoten
the soldiers of memorial day
yes . . .
fallen, dieing in service
gone, never to have what they fought for
but not forgoten
the soldiers of memorial day
