A day of memorial...
For our dead.
Fallen heroes, rest instead...
When all is done, and all is said.
Our warrior-ed heroes have feared, none dread...
Valliant efforts, brought by parental teachings, dormancy bred.
Memorial day is but to celebrate, their life...
Be it by a descendant, or a husband or wife.
For they have toiled for traditional ideals...
For freedom's, constantly-spinning wheels.
Let it roll, our freedom call...
May it never succumb to fall.
For in the end, if not we be....
Be us all, as ever, free!
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