Colin F. Jones


Let friends meet beyond the mystic veil,
Let love follow those who duly die,
Let those left behind know we did not fail,
As now on freedoms wings we fly.
Let them sing our praises ere we weep,
Tears defined by thoughts of past regret
That dreams disturb our celestial sleep,
With duties left undone, and goals unmet.
Let the great creator soften every soul,
That death does not make glad their hearts,
That we are now in passing through made whole,
As the mysterious spirit from our soul departs.
For we have fought the fight and done our best,
Now we ask for peace and tranquil rest.