Weep for your fallen soldier [it hurts to say goodbye]—
You don’t have to be strong anymore [so go ahead and cry].
He was just a baby [even if he was twenty years old].
He had a bright smile, little dimples…[and a heart made of gold].
A red, white, and blue flag [they lay it over his heart.]
Something in you broke, when he left that day…[now, you’re falling apart.]
Middle school students from central Iowa.
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