By Floyd A. Jensen
Copyright © 2002
Used with Permission
The tears that we're cried
For the young men so brave.
While flowers were placed,
On our hero's Grave.
The flags waving gently,
In Memories breeze.
Dove's cooing softly,
fluttering in trees.
Parents are touching,
The markers of stones.
Each sprit is watching,
While standing alone.
Peace is not present,
Neath Heavens bright stars,
Since God made the world,
There's always been wars.
We offer our young ones,
In times that we dread.
If they don't make it home,
Then tears must shed.
They gave their lives,
For both you and me.
In this wicked world--
Freedom's not free.
God welcomes peace lovers,
In heavenly Grace.
He welcomes them home,
With a smile on his face.
To the good it is certain,
bin Laudin, won't win.
And Satin, is waiting,
To let Laudin in.
The tears that are shed,
For our hero's today.
Again will be smiles,
When God has his way.
And tears will diminish,
Along with our fears.
When the evil in Hades
Shed eternal tears.
Floyd wrote this one in memory of all our veteran's today.
Thank you, Floyd
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