While walking in this garden The stones we see the same Rows and rows are endless With glory in each name Courageous hearts all blended In rows that match in line Our military forces In death they still align We give them place of honor Where flags fly high above So we will know the glory The sacrifice of love In duty to their country They all were sworn to be The power of this nation Our greatest legacy I softly hear the drum roll Whenever I walk by Pride that fills a nation Within this ground now lies I bow my head in reverence Then lift my eyes up high See their spirits marching Then hear their battle cry. ~ Francine Pucillo ~ ©used with permission