THE GREAT HALL CAME TO ORDER AS THE ANGELS GATHERED THERE,

GOD SAT ON HIS JUDGEMENT THRONE ATOP THE GOLDEN STAIR;

A MORBID FIGURE ENTERED THEN; HIS BOOTS WERE CAKED WITH MUD,

HIS CLOTHES WERE TORN AND SHABBY; HIS FACE WAS STAINED WITH BLOOD.

HE SLOWLY APPROACED THE GOLDEN THRONE AND RAISED HIS WEARY EYES,

AND BEHELD WITH AWE THE GLORY OF GOD, AND THE BEAUTY OF PARADISE;

HIS DRY CRACKED LIPS THEN PARTED, AND HE BEGAN TO SPEAK;

I WAS AN AMERICAN SOLDIER, I DEFENDED THE OPPRESSED AND WEAK.

I LEFT MY HOME SO MANY TIMES AND TRAVELLED TO PARTS UNKNOWN.

HOW OFTEN I FELT THE TEARS AND PAIN OF A MAN THATS ALL ALONE.

I JOURNEYED ACROSS THE WIDE WIDE SEAS, TO DIE ON A JUNGLE FLOOR.

NOW I`M GONE, WHO WILL TAKE MY PLACE UPON THAT FOREIGN SHORE?

I LOOKED ACROSS AMERICA TONIGHT FROM THE STARLIT HEAVENS HERE,

AND WONDERED "IS THERE STILL ONE LEFT WHO HOLDS HIS FREEDOM DEAR?"

I THEN HEARD SHOUTS AND ANGRY CRIES THAT ERUPTED FROM BELOW,

AND BECAME ASHAMED WHEN I HEARD OUR YOUTH SAY "NO! WE WONT GO!"

I`M NOW AFRAID THERE'S NOT ONE LEFT TO TAKE THE SWORD OF ME.

TO BREAK THE FETTERS OF THOSE ENSLAVED, AND CRYING TO BE FREE.

I HOPE THE YOUTH OF AMERICA WILL UNDERSTAND SOMEDAY,

THAT VIGILANCE ALLUDES TO FREEDOM,AND BLOOD IS THE PRICE WE PAY.

THE GATES OF GOLD SWUNG OPEN THEN, AND GOD SAID "ENTER IN,

AND TAKE THY PLACE AMONG THE REST OF THE BRAVE AND NOBLE MEN.

THY DAYS OF WAR ARE OVER, NO MORE FIGHTING SHALL YOU SEE,