To all who shared his life of joy
Remembering too, that little Boy who
entered with pride, in his Country's
fight, to conquer evil and do what's right
To choose a path He knew obscure, to save
His people from death and war
The Red, White and Blue was flying high,
on that fearful day, He was doomed to die
His stalwart body fell at His task
But in valorous memory His soul will bask
A Young Man's dream, to short, but most brave
And the Red, White and Blue waves o'er His Grave
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