The Nameless
In Arlington's tomb we tenderly keep,
Unknown soldiers in eternal sleep...
They fought and died for this great land,
Now God is holding them in his hand..
All Americans with precious faces,
Strong boys and men of different races..
They died without their family name,
Unknown, no-one to make their claim....
Did their mothers proudly hold them tight?
And fathers teach them wrong from right?
We often come to place a wreath,
In honor of the men who lie beneath....
We come to mourn and beat the drum,
We call their names... we call Freedom....
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For the Name contest..
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