Little White Church ( soldiers)

Little White Church ( soldiers)
As I walked up to that little white church
On the corner of 5th and main
I didn't know what all fuss was about
Before I knew the hearse appeared
Almost as if it being pulled by a dozen elegant black stallions
I calmly took a seat inside that little white church
On 5th and Main
I had never been to a funeral before but something about it was off
No one in our little town had recently died
When the casket covered in an American flag,
was rolled down the aisle with the priest dressed in black
I instantly knew a hero was gone
An honorable man who has done honorable things
The family and comrades of this young man had tears rolling down their faces
like a cloud letting goes off its rain drops
As the ceremony came to a close I remember the general at the ambo
Speaking about this man and his achievements
As the flag was folded up, and his dog tags placed on top
Presented to the family whose tears were now falling as if made of molasses
I shall never forget the death of the honorable soldier
Whose funeral was at a little white Church on 5th and Main

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