Each day, I say a solemn prayer
For those we’ve yet to find;
The troops who gave all they could bear –
Our heroes left behind.
They fought amid worldly disgrace
While maintaining their pride,
And each deserves a resting place
With their loved ones, stateside.
Some say, the years have come and gone
Why should we still believe?
And, yet, I pray the search goes on
For those we had to leave.
Our efforts should not ever cease
Upon the land they roamed;
Their families deserve the peace
Of bringing their souls home.
A candle stays upon my hutch
For those a world away.
I’ll keep their memories in my clutch
Hoping there’ll come a day,
When each soldier is home to rest
And each face has a name,
Until that time, I pray our quest
Burns like an endless flame.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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