THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Here lies a man, a hero to me now
Yet in my eyes still
no more than a boy;
No wrinkle on his ever youthful brow
His dreams still filled with life and hope
Thrust into conflict by the men of hate
Those nameless, faceless architects of war
Whose orders led him to his final fate
The flame of youth extinguished evermore.
can never motivate a man
To sacrifice his own life for a friend;
True heroes ever since mankind began
Have upheld higher virtues to the end.
So when the roll is called somewhere above
it be said that this man died for love.