We put on a pair of our best ACU’s,
With tears in our eyes
We do what we gotta do.
We gather around with gloom in the air,
A few stories told, that we need to share.
The First Sergeant calls for us to fall in,
We cannot bear to do this again.
As everyones standing, dress right dress,
I can’t help but notice
that we all look a mess.
With tears flowing from our puffy eyes,
We dry our faces ’cause soldiers don’t cry.
We can’t wait for this to end,
and in two minutes the ceremoney will begin.
The chaplain says a prayer that touches us all,
The the First Sergeant begins roll call.
The sodiers name is heard all around
but there’s no response,
not even a sound.
After his name has been read,
Twenty-one shots to salute the dead.
I’m so sad, I’m about to collapse,
But the silence is broken by the playing of Taps.
With tears flowing down my face,
It’s immediately followed by Amazing Grace.
As we march up one by one,
We pay our respects to the Fallen One.
Revised By John Matar
- Tears (thevillagegirl.wordpress.com)