It sits under an oak tree, a little white cross.
The symbol of a soldier, who gave it all.
He fought in wars like a champion.
His bravery matched none other.
The night he left my family, took strength beyond his power.
And into war he went, fearless as a warrior.
Graceful like a swan gliding down a creek.
Fearsome like the lion, who rules over all animals.
Wise beyond his years, like a golden brown owl.
The match he gave his life in,
gave me the breath to live today.
For in my fathers sacrifice.
The nation's freedom stays.
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