Brave and True

Through the amber waves of grain, they march,

Underneath the wide and endless arch.

Boots on the ground, duty calls their name,

Hearts of courage, they bear the flame.

On the dusty roads, through foreign lands,

With steadfast eyes and trembling hands.

They fight the fight, they face the storm,

Holding tight to freedom's form.

Oh, here's to the brave, the steadfast, the strong,

Standing tall for the right, holding out so long.

Through the darkest nights, till the morning dew,

We remember the soldiers, brave and true.

Letters from home, folded and worn,

Lullabies whispered where peace is sworn.

They carry the weight, the hopes of the free,

Sacrificing all for you and me.

A lonely flag waves on the hilltop high,

Echoing their names beneath the sky.

They gave it all for the red, white, and blue,

Their scars are ours, their honor due.

Someday we'll meet them where the stars align,

In a place untouched by the hands of time.

But till that day, we sing their tune,

A tribute under the silver moon.