Good Men

Good men have been found dead hanging from the branch of a tree
And good men have drowned in the depths of the sea
And good men are murdered or die in acts of terrorism every day
And good men breathe their last in war from home far away
And what goes for good men goes for good women as well
Though only the living has tragic stories of life for to tell
The dead of their worries by death have been set free
Life's Reaper too will pay a visit to me
The dead never hear when their praises are sung
And sadly many good people born to die young
And in despicable acts of terrorism it does seem sad to say
That the good for the sins of the bad seem to pay
Many good young men die young and many good young women as well
Stories of a long lived life they never lived for to tell.