Colin F. Jones
THAT’S WHY WE SOLDIERS DIE
Do you feel sad gazing upon my grave,
Is there some vengeance that you must crave,
Or yet a vow forming in your mind,
To refrain from violence from all and every kind.
I’m gone from here; here only lie my bones,
These skins you know our good Lord only loans,
And only while they’re living do they feel the pains,
But that’s all gone now nothing here remains.
That cross there; it’s a memorial you know,
A place for you to weep to let all your sorrow show,
But dear comrade, leave all that sorrow here,
When you leave me mate, do it with good cheer,
Else come not back to haunt me that I in heaven cry,
Where all is love and freedom that’s why we soldiers die.
©Copyright March 12, 2003 by Colin F. Jones