Soldiers Fall

The boom of cannons

the crack of rifles

the silence of an empty tent

smog and coughing

blood and dirt

nothing living

but a soldiers mirth

across the seas a  baby cries

a mother tired from childbirth

but no father waits to smile or cry

at the miracle of his childs birth

he's far away across the seas

in the throng of battle he runs

he runs for life

he runs for love

he runs for his newborn son

his son who's face

he'll never see

as war leaves none with grace

and down he'll fall to the bloody hard ground

an empty helmet rolls from his face

he fell for freedom

he fell for life

he fell for his beautiful, loving wife

he fell for the safety of his newborn child

who lays in a cradle, safe from wars wiles.

All that's left is a stone and a name

an empty helmet,

a flag in a frame.

no lullabies he'll sing tonight

for freedom he'll no longer fight

for he gave his last breathe for your sake and mine

that America would be free

and safe for some time. 

by his grave a widow cries

and by her side a child lies. 

and by their grave another grave sits

where a husband weeps

and the hard ground hits

he lost his love to the perils of war

now his home sits empty

with joy so far

all that's left is weeping and memories

and anger and malice for America's enemies

enemies that saw the last breath of his wife 

enemies that took her very life

enemies that pounded and beat and tortured

till his wife found peace in death leaving mourners

she fell for freedom

she fell for life
that the US would be free from strife

she fell for her husband across the sea

she fell for you and she fell for me

All that's left is a stone and a name

the flowers on her grave

 a flag in a frame.