The grave that they dug him had flowers   Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors   And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone   He's gone      When the wars of our nation did beckon   A man barely twenty did answer the calling   Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation   He's gone   But eternity knows him   And it knows what we've done      And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers   Leaving brown muddy clay where the earth had been dry   And deep in the trench, he waited for hours   As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die      But the silence of night was shattered by fire   As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air   One after another, his comrades were slaughtered   In a morgue of marines, alone standing there      He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear   "They can't let me die...they can't let me die here!   I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth   I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!   The earth...the earth...the earth is my grave..."      The grave that they dug him had flowers   Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors   And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone   He's gone