I went to the grave of a fallen soldier
we will never know of medals he was the holder
Fighting in air on land and sea
he had given his life so we all could be free
His fight had started in seventy-six
all branches of the service were his pick
His first march was to the beat of a drum
using only a flint lock gun
Called up to duty into many wars
landed upon so many foreign shores
Going forward and giving his all
never has a soldier stood so tall
Unknown will always adorn his grave
he was born in the home of the brave
My fellow veteran, now rest in peace
as we pray that all wars will someday cease
