May our fallen heroes rest in God's harmony and in eternal peace.
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass.
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just to steep,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."