There's a graveyard near the White House, where the UNKNOWN SOLDIER lies,
And the flowers there are sprinkled by the tears from mother's eyes.
I stood there not so long ago, with flowers for the brave,
When suddenly I heard a voice, it sprang out from the grave.
I am the UNKNOWN SOLDIER, the Spirit voice began,
And I have a few questions I must ask, man to man.
"Are my buddies taken care of, was their victory complete?
Or is the big reward you promised, selling pencils on the street?
Did we really win that victory we struggled to achieve?
And do you still respect that Silver Star above that empty sleeve?
And that babe who said: Hello Central, give me No Man's Land,
Can you replace her daddy with a military band?
Does a Gold Star in the window now, mean anything at all?
I wonder how my old girlfriend feels when she hears a bugle call?
I wonder if the profiteers have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a soldier's mother ever is in need?
Yes, I am the UNKNOWN SOLDIER. Maybe I died in vain,
But if I were alive and my country called, I'd do it all again."
The Unknown Soldier
