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Last Roll Call

as we stand there

 

and remember his presence

 

that is no longer near

 

his smile fades gently

 

into a higher place

 

as your name is called

 

silent tears

 

of ours weaped

 

and you don't answer

 

the last roll call

 

as we remember

 

what we have lost

 

a friend

 

a brother in arms

 

in the wages of war

 

of this were certain

 

you'll be avenged

 

your voice in our heads

 

your last command

 

we'll drive us to the end

 

as we stand here

 

a final salute

 

a final goodbye

 

a final prayer

 

in the last roll call

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marcus-logan
American
Published
Jan 21, 2010
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