A bugle sounding taps at close of day
sends echoes over time and noise of guns.
I hear the cries of mothers when they say
the wars must cease. We cannot lose more sons.
The soldier stops while trudging through the sands
to recognize a moment to respect
the flag he vowed to honor, for he stands
for you and me whom he swore to protect.
One hope remains: if we repent and pray
our God will hear and he may heal our land.
We’ll bare our souls; we’ll call on him today
and pledge ourselves to truth. Strike up the band!
Salute our flag, and may she ever wave
to symbolize a people free and brave.
