I once went for a walk all alone
Across the countryside
When I spotted the tomb of a soldier unknown
Who died for my nation with pride
To fight till the battle is won
For his country, he had vowed
A father, son, a husband faithful
He would have made his near ones proud
Somewhere, perhaps alive or dead
Are those who held him dear
Them who when his body was brought
Would have shed many a tear
Perhaps on the battle field
The lad had made a name
He lived and died for the land he loved
Not for any money or fame.
The tomb was covered in leaves so dry
That fell in the summer heat
I am sure for his motherland, with a smile
Death, he did greet
I moved the leaves to find engraved
In fading words on the stone
"Here lies him who lived for all
Yet in death he was all alone"
I stood up there in silent awe
As chilled the evening breeze
As it whistled its way from the sea
Through the swaying grass and trees
And then across the forest floor
In silence I did tread
In respect and admiration
For the lad who lay there dead
Then my thoughts flew to the soldiers brave
Who die that we could live
Who that their country lives in peace
Their own lives they give.
I moved so far from that unnamed tomb
Where the bravest of brave did lie
As the setting sun splurged his crimson rays
Across the evening sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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