I have seen so many places,
Both the deserts of Africa,
And the ice caps of Alaska,
But neither capitvated me as your site of bural.
Because the World must hold,
Their Heros high.
Higher Than the sky.
Of all the sights to set upon,
The Holy Land was not your mound.
Intrust with me,
No bomb would blow you from the ground.
Because My Father was my Hero,
I must Prize his love.
For him i have sold my life to get him up the stairs to God.
To Italy and Istanbul,
To Turkey,
Transylvania
I searched.
But we could never find,
A mount for you to climb.
Though now you rest in sleep.
And then to Earths most precious haven,
Greece.
The aqua gaurds,
And turquiose sky.
And here i liad you down to rest,
And in this land i seat my self,
To set upon you work.
Dear reader ask yourself,
Did you ever know a loved one die?
Did you hold then as they left?
Did they give their life for you?
For this i answer
Yes
Yes
Yes.
Gold trophy winner
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