Beneath the whispering fields of green and gold,
Where summer grasses sway in waves of light,
The silent heroes rest in stories told,
Their valor wrapped in everlasting light.
They walked through valleys shadowed by the storm,
Gave breath and bone for freedoms yet unborn;
Their hearts a beacon, steadfast, brave, and warm,
Now cradled gentle in the arms of morn.
The flag unfolds in crimson, white, and blue,
A solemn banner stirred by freedom’s breeze,
It drapes each stone with tender, tear-stained hue,
And sings of peace bought dearly on their knees.
One nation under God we stand today,
United in the debt we cannot repay;
For every cross that marks a soldier’s grave,
We lift our voices, grateful, proud, and brave.
O fallen ones, your sacrifice endures—
Your death a sacred flame that guards and guides our land.
In every dawn your quiet courage stirs,
And bids us live with open heart and hand.
We stand in reverence where the lilies bloom,
And thank our Savior for your life of sacrifice;
Your names are etched not only on the tomb,
But shine forever in our freedom’s light.
With grateful hearts we pledge anew our vow,
To cherish liberty you died to save;
Beneath Old Glory’s stripes we proudly stand—
America the free, the bold, the brave!
