Faye Sizemore


Eternal soldier, arise,
Hearken to the battle cries.
Years ago, dead and gone,
seems rest has not been long.
Come now and stand, hear the cry,
‘Today again, your brothers may die…’

I answer, “I come, brothers mine,
Returning through the mists,
from an endless journey in time
Part of me, timeless, still exists,
this ever faithful soul of mine…”