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A hero’s cry is not a sigh
Not a lowly yelp or scream
Yet when he cries out with a magnificent shout,
He’s as powerful as he seems

Our heroes cry out often
When battling for our sake
Yet they stand tall and never stall
And the best is what they make

They continue on forever
Through sand and rain
As the eagle stands proud amidst evil’s shroud
As he watches them take the pain

With a tear in his eye
As the war continues on
He can still grin as they never give in
Even on death’s front lawn

They will never stop
Even when engulfed by fear
Because the flag still stands in America’s hands
The nation they hold dear

And when they die
They fought for what was right
And the life they gave also did save
And shed a glorious light

Yet when they’re gone
They watch over us still
Until their vision of America’s provision
Becomes God’s will

A Hero’s cry is one of hope
That will stay with us always
And even when they’re gone they helped us to go on
Past the end of our days

Our country shall go on
Because of what they do
Our armed forces whose work enforces
Peace, justice, and equality too