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Arlington


 

To think of all those who died for me,

To live this life of mine,

All these graves we can see,

While questions raise in my mind.

 

When you see our flag,

Like those men in Iwo Jima and Vietnam,

Do you think you could give all that you have?

 

When you hear those 21 guns,

When you see fathers giving up their sons,

For others’ lives, they did not put theirs above.

 

In this case actions speak louder than words,

Because if you go into this graveyard full of thousands of men,

Nothing will be heard.

 

When I was at Arlington and saw countless marble graves,

When I was at Arlington and saw the bannered casket go by,

Seeing all those men who knew what was at stake,

Looking around, hearing the guns, I could not help but cry.

 

What’s my life worth to someone else’s?

Look at these graves, and what they went through,

Their lives sacrificed for me,

An underserving youth.

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