A Soldiers Death

To see the faces of ones who died

I feel their deaths abide

In the Earth below

I mourn for all who now subsides

In the dust we provide

I march on to beat of a drum

To one day join those who life now gone

I make their deaths known to all who hear

In honor of those who fell so dear

To the deaths door they went

Knowing full well what it have meant

Now our cries they do not hear

Only the sounds of a life so dear