A Warrior’s Soul
So softly as they play, heavenly harps so far away.
Gossamer wing angels, singing quietly by the staircase to Heavean.
Warriors on their God given journey into eternity. No wrongs, no rights,
just battlefield casualties ona heavenly flight. Their fight is over, glory be,
for their body is gone, but their soul, like an eagle, soars tall, forever
remembered on that black, granite wall.
Heroes, one and all!