The Wall

There is a place called the "Wall" they say,
Where over 58,000 names were safely put to lay,
Each and every one held spirit, honor, & pride,
And always said was in God we do abide,
Faithfully they fought for our country in honor of Uncle Sam,
With the muscle and the guts, the figure of a real man,
But war wasn't their enemy, their enemy was fear,
Trying to keep hope alive & keeping the memories dear,
When they got hurt and the pain began to rise,
They never showed it in their face but somehow In their eyes.
In their hearts they had the glory & their soul
Forever young, always & remembered
By the songs the angels sung,
Never once was a man greater or ever stood as tall,
All the proof you need is written on the Wall.

by Kristine M.Edwards

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