Soldier strong I lay in wait,
no one cares or appreciate.
Things I do may seem wrong,
my Country I love and sing her song.
Proudly I stand as a soldier can be,
fighting for my Country free.
Holding my flag for a battle cry,
one last stand before I die.
A soldier lying on the sweltering hot ground,
I pulled his tag he made no sound.
Standing here with riffle in hand,
For my Country my last stand.
(This poem flows to the tune of the Ballad of the Green Berets by SSgt. Barry Sadler)