Tears trickled softly from the clouds
Down the face of the sky
They spilled into my empty heart
And welled up in my eye
Too many tears fall in the night
Too many tears I’ve cried
Too many tears for each young man
Who lived and fought and died
I stood beside their empty boots
Beneath a tear streaked sky
And when no voice answered the roll
All I could do was cry
If you have ever attended a Military funeral, then you know that the most heartbreaking part of the ceremony is the Last Roll Call. When no voice answers that that repeated call... my heart has broken too many times at that unanswered call.
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