One Soldier's Life
R. Widing
On a cold and rainy evening
Near an old and sunken grave
Sounds a trumpet’s simple, solemn tune
Respects paid to the brave
Mere interest on a huge debt owed
For the biggest sacrifice
Through terror, sorrow, untold pain
Fire, smoke and ice
This soldier, many never knew
But he was someone’s son
And gave the promise of his youth
Now he’s the greater one
His battleground was far from home
He fought to keep us free
While many men spend lives on self
This man gave his for me
So many never made it back
They rest on foreign soil
Such gallant men I’ll not forget
For they define what’s loyal
Graves very often mention
The place where brave men fell
For others, we may never know
As only God can tell
Location matters little
For lives they nobly gave
Near forest, field or desert
In air, or watery grave
This young man left his loved ones home
War pulled those lives apart
And left his fractured family
With but a broken heart
One soldier’s life speaks loud for those
Now silent through the years
This brave man’s sacred resting place
I wash with grateful tears
