The Men at the Wall

The men at the wall
Aren't really there at all
The names, the faces, the stories they told
The dreams, they dreamed, all gone
Though their spirits remain.

Each one a heart ache with eyes closed
Each one a hero though no one knows
Each story unique but never told
They band together at the Wall.

These soldiers, brothers, one and all
With helmets and rifles at their side
Watching, listening as visitors go by
They hear them whisper or shed a tear
For the ones they loved are listed here.

The men at the Wall keep constant vigil
Over each and every individual
Though their stories forever go untold
These men were brave,strong and bold
The men at he Wall,they gave their all.
by Jean Meyer