Gavin M. Campbell

NE’ER MORE

Your final hour is at hand
The enemy wanted you dead
Your blood to stain his land
Ne’er more will you feel

Politicians honor your name
The enemy wanted you dead
Heathens hath no shame
Ne’er more will you feel

Mom now has a gold star
The enemy wanted you dead
Her heart has an open scar
Ne’er more will you feel

Buddies welcomed with cheers
The enemy wanted you dead
You will never see the tears
Ne’er more will you feel