Author Information
It Comes Down to This
Folder:
Philosophical Your life comes down
To your name on a piece of stone.
National monument, or personal,
You will lie there alone.
You will see the day you were born,
And the day you passed on,
But the dash in between is
For what you will have to atone.
Did you go through life,
Just getting by?
Did you help your fellow man,
Did you even try?
Did you fight for that,
Which was right?
Was it for freedom, that
You fought and died?
To those who gave their lives,
Leaving orphaned children and widowed wives.
We honor you and pray it was not in vain,
That our governments will feel the pain.
That wars will not have to be fought again,
That we won’t have to hear the wail
Of children and see widow’s tears falling like rain.
Life goes on
You are there alone.
Sleep that ageless sleep,
Silent vigil we keep.
Tho’ we are far apart,
The fire of freedom
Burns in our hearts.
As long as we have breath,
We will preserve freedom to the death.
