GOLD CROSS
He was his mother's pride and joy,
Was born his parent's only son.
He was an intelligent boy,
Brought happiness to everyone.
Not a selfish bone in his body,
He opened up his heart to all,
And made the world a better place;
He went way beyond his call.
No matter how busy he'd become,
He stopped to call his folks now and then.
There was little he couldn't overcome,
But he won't be coming home again.
Through madness, mud, and blood,
He always did the best he could.
This soldier sacrificed everything;
He fought just like they knew he would.
He garnered the medal for bravery;
They placed it beside his grave.
He received his gold cross for defending
The land of the free and brave.
He lived and died courageously;
He was stronger than a hundred men.
He'll be a hero till the end of time,
But he won't be coming home again.
~ for Mark Newman
He was his mother's pride and joy,
Was born his parent's only son.
He was an intelligent boy,
Brought happiness to everyone.
Not a selfish bone in his body,
He opened up his heart to all,
And made the world a better place;
He went way beyond his call.
No matter how busy he'd become,
He stopped to call his folks now and then.
There was little he couldn't overcome,
But he won't be coming home again.
Through madness, mud, and blood,
He always did the best he could.
This soldier sacrificed everything;
He fought just like they knew he would.
He garnered the medal for bravery;
They placed it beside his grave.
He received his gold cross for defending
The land of the free and brave.
He lived and died courageously;
He was stronger than a hundred men.
He'll be a hero till the end of time,
But he won't be coming home again.
~ for Mark Newman