Hunched he stands,
Head hung low.
Above the sound,
Jets fly low.
An old man , no place to go.
Above the sky,
Of Truest Blue.
Whiteness Red stained,
For you and me.
The flag,
Unfolds upon the breeze.
As he stands,
'Neath the trees.
Beneath his feet,
A friend or son.
Who gave his all
For Everyone.
If peace shall come our way,
Let us not forget
The Cost
Of Memorial Day.
Head hung low.
Above the sound,
Jets fly low.
An old man , no place to go.
Above the sky,
Of Truest Blue.
Whiteness Red stained,
For you and me.
The flag,
Unfolds upon the breeze.
As he stands,
'Neath the trees.
Beneath his feet,
A friend or son.
Who gave his all
For Everyone.
If peace shall come our way,
Let us not forget
The Cost
Of Memorial Day.
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