BRAVE MARINE, DEAD MARINE
O Brave Marine, Dead
Marine Brother of mine. Your
woeful lament has been sung and heard Now I shall answer
with mine. You
wrote from the jungle and sang to the sky, Will I be
remembered if this day I should die? Brother
by heart and brother by soul I honor your sacrifice and
pray there's no more. I
suppose that you and me and many others, Have paused in
the sun, reflected and shuddered At the cold hard
question, Usually
muttered; Why
is it that you came here to die... In the prime of your
youth At the blink of God's eye? Society
cried for freedom's cause But you and I really know
better. You
died for me and perhaps I for another It's for mankinds
spirit and love for our brothers. No,
is the answer, I'll say it again You'll not be forgotten
as long as I live. Be
it long or be it short Makes little difference to me. For
I'll gladly die and give up my place For another man's
try at life's frantic pace. The
cause is in vain, to this I'll agree Your death was not. You
died for me. |
