The flag is lowered, steady, slow,
Through tears I watch them fold it up...
My friend, my hero
my love 4ever...
In 1767 Jackson was born,
And a humble life he did live...
SOLDIERS
Soldiers fight for Freedom true...
I choose to remember.
I choose to remember those who fought in the war...
After spending 8 months in the middle east finely...
To my brother Ron...
Shaken and tired they stand
with guns grasped tightly in their hands...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
San An', you're more than a River,
Yet you've pulled your stream to your bosom...
He's been deployed
To sever and protect...
They are both on the field as they run; they hear...
They turn to each other both from different...
The Soldiers have been gone for so long,
fighting for this country...