God, when I die!

Let the Stars and Stripes fly high,

Let the the fireworks fill the sky,

And let them bury me, on the Fourth of July…

Many years ago, in a land so far away,

We fought for our country, on Independence day,

No one could have known, on that Fourth of July,

That sadly far too few, would make it out alive…

There were six of us, we were all like brothers,

Each of us faithfully, looked out for one another,

I’ll never understand, or make sense in my mind,

How were they called to sacrifice, and only I survived…

I watched one by one, their souls rise up to the sky,

Not a word was spoken, only whispers of goodbye,

They didn’t take me with them, an eye shed not a tear,

For all my brothers so far away, but all so very near…

I know the time will come, when we’ll be like one again,

Remembrance will fill the void, of the time that we’ll spend,

We’ll talk about the ones we lost, like brothers often do,

The ones who gave their lives, for the Red, White and Blue…

So let those Stars and Stripes fly high,

Let the the fireworks fill the sky,

And God, when I die!

Please let them bury me, on the Fourth of July! □