We buried a great President
(Although we didnít know back then)
And the Godfather of Soul
Who will never sing again.
In this year that passed so quickly
Weíve seen a lot of others go
Some who were household names
And some, whose names we didnít know.
Many of them lived life full
And many lived to an old age
Some, left their mark in History
And some helped turn itís page.
But, we have lost far too many
Of our best, and brightest, young
Just names on some KIA list
With praises, deserved, unsung.
They had little chance to leave their
Or to have and raise a Family
Or else, they left them all behind
In some selfless act of Bravery.
They spent the year or part of it
Fighting in some foreign land
And as the years of War pass by
We find it harder, to understand.
But, they swore, to do a job
And they do it, heads held high
All gave some, and some gave all
And too many Families, grieve and cry.
This month we have had more killed
Than in any other month, before
As the count nears three thousand
Since we sent them off to War.
Thereís been a lot of empty rhetoric
As they admit, ďItís not going well!Ē
While our Heroes keep on dying
There, in another man-made hell.
So, as this year, draws to an end
And a New one has itís start
Letís keep all those in harmís way
In our mind and in our heart.
And let us hope they come back Home
That, We, the People will be heard
That there will be Peace on Earth
But, I guess, thatís totally absurd.
Letís all make one resolution
To take our Great Country back
For all those dangers from within
Outweigh all those, from some attack.
Itís not enough, to vote one day
And then, forget it for the year
We must always stand for what is right
For, if we donít, weíll fall, I fear!
Two Thousand Seven is our chance
And who knows, maybe itís our last
To change our ways, try to correct
Things weíve done wrong, in years