TWO RESTING SOULS
I'll always remember two old men
Who sat on the bench up town.
They just sat there chatting away
And watching the world go round.
As faithful as the morning sunrise,
You would always find them there.
Now and then someone would stop
And a story they would share.
I heard they fought in a war
So many years ago.
But no one understood them
Or the stories that they told.
But as long as they had each other
It didn't matter what others thought.
They had their memories of yesterday
And the lessons life had taught.
One day that bench was empty
And the feeling was different in town.
I knew something must be wrong
And began to check around.
I heard that one had passed away
And the other was placed in a home.
I thought that I would go visit him.
Without his friend he must be alone.
I slowly walked into his room
He held a flag that he had saved;
The flag that covered the casket
where his life long friend was laid.
They said he never spoke a word
Just silent tears he cried.
And that he lost his will to live
The day his friend had died.
Soon to follow, on his death bed,
They say he whispered, "I am free.
My brothers are my brothers.
They are waiting in Heaven for me."
He was buried holding his flag
That was stained with salty tears.
He had a peaceful look about him
No more suffering and fears.
Rumor has it that bench is haunted
And you can hear the lonesome cries.
Of two old Soldiers on a battlefield
Who were fighting to survive.
I sit there occasionally and wonder
About the secrets that bench holds.
But when I'm there I'm never alone
I feel the presence of two resting souls.