Thousands Of Soldiers

Thousands of Soldiers are stepping From every country that there is, Not one of those Soldiers are regretting For serving their country when they did. They are walking on the fields and in the towns they once battled And on the oceans and the seas they once fought, Across their country and the world they traveled Freedom for themselves and others they had sought They are singing and they all are chanting As they all walk patriotically side by side, They are not fighting or hating or ranting As the Holy Spirit is now their guide. They are singing songs from when they were younger From different countries and languages and lands, With a joy as if with a great mighty hunger Now following the Lord as he commands. Battles they might have lost and they might had won Though for them, their family and friends and country grieved, But, now they are walking towards the sun What was asked from them they had all achieved. They hear the drums and the bagpipes playing As they all are marching towards their final home, They still remember their flags in the breeze swaying They have finally ended their long, long roam. The bloodied battlefield's they have all left Proudly they would all serve their country valiantly once again, For their country they gave their last heartbeat and breath As go marching those thousands of men. Randy L. McClave