Mia Hill

MIA Hill I’ve got an old flag that was folded for me By a Captain, a Chaplin from the military It was draped on a casket that held no remains For nothing was found, we had only the names And they put up a cross in the Ginkgo tree shade On a hillside in Arlington especially made For all of those soldiers that never returned A final resting place so costly earned And I see by the crosses up on MIA Hill There were others before him and room for more still Let’s bow our heads together and say a silent prayer That there will be no other memories buried there