He Is In The Graveyard

He is in the graveyard the man without fear
But of the bullet that killed him the shot he did not hear
It was his choice to fight in the war far away
And he died for his glory of him one can say
He died very young he was just twenty three
To die in a war perhaps his life's destiny
He did not have children or he did not have a wife
But her grief it is deep the one who gave him life
He died in a gun battle under gunfire
More young men to fight in wars his kind does inspire
But he was not there to march in the war parade
And he did not hear the bugler when The Last Post was played
He died under gunfire may he rest in peace
From the cares of living he has found his release.