Rows of White

In a city painted blue, white, and red

Are rows of white to mark our dead.

The proud, the brave, and the favored few

Are engrained in our hearts as if brand new.

A place respected by all who enter

For all our heroes who we love tender.

For each soldier served their God and country,

Served proud and brave, but mostly humbly.

Here also lies the Tomb of the Unknown.

Where here is honored an anonymous bone.

The specific name fails to matter,

That one single person it does not flatter.

The tomb that respects all those who served

Who from American minds will never be blurred.

Each soldier who his life did give,

That freedom of this country may live.

This memorial protected by one of our own.

Through wind and rain they march as tough as stone.

All to honor their fellow countrymen,

Both those that are present and those who had been.

We thank you dear brothers, who for us fought.

Who to this country freedom brought.

God bless our soldiers who protect our land.

So that strong, proud, and brave we ever may stand.