In My Boots
In my boots I saw them fall
Their names engraved upon the wall
Some had family and some had none
Flags are lowered for those lives now done.
Our lives spared by these unforgotten men
We were there at the line fighting to defend
Row after row their graves lined with white crosses
It reflects our nation’s cost by those many losses
I returned home from the battle scene
Walked the rows of graves upon this sacred green
Plagued by visions of battle and haunting sounds
I carried the memories across the burial grounds,
I do not go to their homes to give thanks
For now they rest here of all ages and ranks.
I can walk the rows to see each grave
Pause to pay tribute to what each one gave.
We kept our patriotic loyalty and had not surrendered
I’m embraced by the sacrifices each brave heart rendered,
In my boots I carried the departed thru the gate
Now laid to rest here, an untimely death before their fate
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