as darkness creeps thro' silence
measured staccato of timely steps
are heard securedly planted
against the coarse grained
granite rock...
where proud sentinels of gravestone
stand erect dressed to the right
where the majestic bald eagle
points his wings towards the sky
to the farthest heights he can fly
where his body lies no one knows
is it hallow, and he curled there
is it marked with crimson hues
the fields where his body falls
there unknown his ashes lie
where the satisfied vulture's basking
topped by torrid beams of light
where deafening stillness is broken
by the whistling blow of the wind
where the wild mustards bloom
where the tulips and blue bells
stand still swaying in the breeze
where stark winter snowfalls freeze
there in silent rest, reposing
let no stranger touch his bones
in an unmarked grave just leave him
hidden by dust and pebbles of stone
join me then in fervent prayer
for proud valor's soldiers dead
hands in hands we pray ardently
to let the bells of freedom ring
to keep our children's children
live in liberty as our forefathers
dreamed and wanted them to be
the unknown soldier, no one knew him
only his creator, his creator blest
he's our anchor in life to breathe freely
he gave, he sacrificed his precious life
for this our land, 'the land of the brave
and the home of the free'
