Stand Down

The shot rang out and found its mark

Buried deep in his family's heart

And so they suffer on and on

Their love – brother – father – son…he's gone.

He marches to Heaven's golden gates

His soul stained with the scars of fate

He has seen carnage worse than he should bear

And now he's gone, how will his comrades fare?

Our hope from earth to him on high

Is that God welcomes him, for on him lie

The gratitude and grief of so many left behind

Humbled by the loyalty he showed humankind

Now that his fighting is done and his lifeblood shed

He remains in memories, although he's dead

He's a hero now in his home country and town

So go on, soldier, it's your time – stand down