I heard the sound of Taps one night, when everything was still, I listened to the bugler play and felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times that Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, of the mothers and the wives, of fathers, sons and husbands with interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea and of unmarked graves in Arlington, no, freedom isn't free.  

Taps 

Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the skies
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.

Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright
God is near, do not fear
Friend, good night.