Leaves from the vines
Falling so slow
Memories of your life
Fading as we grow old
As the days passes by
Life moves on with your soul's silver line
Stars vanishing in the sky
Calling you home to forever shine
They may know your name
But not your story
They may see your smile
But not your pain
They may see your scar
But not the path's lane
There's your voice melody
Echoing in whispering dome
Calling you soldier
To come home
Oh little Soldier
Come marching home
Oh little Soldier
Come marching home
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