The Grave

<br>The grave that they dug him had flowers<br>Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,<br>And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.<br>He`s gone.<br><br>When the wars of our nation did beckon,<br>A man barely twenty did answer the calling.<br>Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,<br>He`s gone,<br>But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we`ve done.<br><br>And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers<br>Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.<br>And deep in the trench he waited for hours,<br>As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.<br><br>But the silence of night was shattered by fire<br>As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.<br>And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.<br>In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.<br><br>He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.<br>&quot;They can`t let me die! The can`t let me die here!<br>I`ll cover myself with the mud and the earth.<br>I`ll cover myself! I know I`m not brave!<br>The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave.&quot;<br><br>The grave that they dug him had flowers<br>Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,<br>And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.<br>He`s gone.