He was so very young, he was barely out of school.
Why did he have to go? Why is this world so cruel?

Through all the death he saw, and all the tears he cried.
We couldn't comfort him, we didn't get to say good-bye.

But I ran my fingers across his name
and I could almost feel his pain.
I heard the gun fire, I saw him fall.
I touched his name upon The Wall

He may be gone, but never forgot.
We have our freedom, because he fought.
God bless the Veterans, who took the call.
They'll always live there on The Wall.

I still have some photographs, before he went away.
I often wonder, what would he look like today?

Would he still laugh the same, and act like he did before?
He was so full of life, and then he went to war.

His life was just too short, why did it have to end?
Oh what I would give, to have him back again.

But I ran my fingers across his name
and I could almost feel his pain.
I heard the gun fire, I saw him fall.
I touched his name upon The Wall

He may be gone, but never forgot
We have our freedom, because he fought.
God bless the Veterans, who took the call.
They'll always live there on The Wall.