Land of the Free
As “Taps” is played,
Faces are burdened,
with deep sorrow.
And all stand...
Trembling.
Each, lingering,
In their own
Distant solitude.
God bless these soldiers,
Who now shine brightly
From Heaven.
God sent these
Guardian angels,
Who fought selflessly,
To protect our freedom
Keeping this country...
“The Land of the Free”
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