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I put my hand on the wall, just under your name
I carry a picture, it’s just not the same
Cut so clean with precision like you would have done
If you’d wielded a chisel instead of the gun
Heard the pleas of your country, answered the call
Put your plans in suspension, for the great and the small
I never truly did thank you, though I hoped you could tell
When I stood by in wonder, you walked straight into hell
Stories of Valor have been told all around
There are many brave soldiers in this hallowed ground
But only you are my brother, You were older than me
I stand in your shadow, in the land of the free
The richest of men, and the poorest can see
the model to live by that was given to me
A Lifetime to remember how you gave it all
for an ungrateful nation and your name on a wall
Stories of Valor have been told all around
There are many brave soldiers in this hallowed ground
But only you are my brother, You were older than me
I stand in your shadow, in the land of the free
Roger W. Cline, Walnut Run Music (ASCAP)