As I look upon these
graves
I feel
There must be a
better way
Why must people die
For freedom's
wonderful light
As I look upon the
names of those lying here
Friends
Family
Loved ones so dear
Some so young it
wounds my heart
To think that their
lives did depart
As I walk among the
rows
Where now weeds and
flowers grow
Some names I knew
They were friends so
true
To see their final
resting place
Puts a frown upon my
face
As I look upon these
graves
I feel
There must be a
better way
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