The Funeral of a Hero

The Funeral Of A Hero A bugle blows in the distance Seven gunshots echo Bouncing off of a thousand trees A caisson led by dark black horses Carrying a simple black box draped in a flag There is no one to say good bye Except an officer dressed in a formal uniform He places a silver star on the box He salutes as the box is lowered into the ground Just a few yards from a fallen president He will remain known but not cared about There will be no one come to mourn He died defending those he fought with He died fighting for a country who only knew him as a number Now he does not have the chance to love He does not have the chance to play with his son He needlessly gave his life All he has left is a white granite stone His named carved for anyone to see But the stone it does not say what is important It does not tell the entire story It does not say that the young man below was a hero A hero who died to save others It just says that he lived and died That is not enough