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.
Day is done, gone the sun Then good night, peaceful night,
From the lakes, from the hills, from the skies
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright
God is near, do not fear
Friend, good night.
Day is done, gone the sun
Then good night, peaceful night,
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