A Soldier Comes Home

When a soldier comes home,

tears are shed. 

Hugs are exchanged 

and prayers for the dead. 

A happy smile, 

for those all around. 

A sorrowful voice becoming the sound. 

When a soldier comes home, 

they come with an escort. 

A flag draped upon them 

and a badge of their corps. 

There lies a hole, 

six feet deep. 

The only sound you hear 

is the family's weep. 

When a soldier comes home, 

we bow our heads. 

The words "thank you" are whispered 

under the last shots of lead. 

When a soldier comes home, 

tears are shed. 

A happy smile, 

for those all around. 

A sorrowful voice

becoming the sound.