His casket is lifted,
As the preacher finishes his last line
Of a soldier's remembrance.
At the age of 23.
His father to never see his son again.
His mother to never see her baby again.
His betrothed to never see her love again.
His unborn child to never see its father.
Tears collect upon cheeks for a fallen brother.
For his eyes of green will never open again.
The 21 Gun Salute sounds off.
And so begins a haunting melody:
His is gone
But never forgotten.