The Last Fight
Once a soldier young and strong,
Fought away from home so very long,
Proud to be a volunteer,
Leaving all who he held dear.
Risking life and facing death,
Each could be his last breath,
Did his duty across the sea,
For his country, for you and for me.
Now this soldier has grown old,
No longer so strong or so bold,
His days are numbered and are few,
He knows now what he must do,
He is still fighting like years ago,
Again he has volunteered to go,
But not to some distant foreign fight,
But to Heaven’s bright loving light.
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