Homecoming

My casket is draped in Red, White, and Blue, I served my country, because I had a job to do. The ride is long as I leave this place, and sadness is seen on every face. I served my country for that is what I chose, and if peace comes from this, only God knows. As I arrive in the deep of night, back to my country away from the fight; tears of sadness my family cries. I hear a trumpet, someone is playing for me; I am home now, my land of the free.