 Flames shining bright in the darkest of nights, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Faces grow red as the hoses are fed, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Smoke bellows black as the water attacks, as they turn towards the light of the fire
September skies blue as the airplanes they flew, as they turn towards the light of the fire
(Listen to MP3)
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed higher and higher
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed into the fire
Ashes to ash and the memories they flash, as they turn towards the light of the fire
The metal will rust, so as dust to dust, they turn towards the light of the fire
A time and a place and a season for grace, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Though deep down they know that they cannot go home, still they charged towards the light of the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
God's angels ascended into heaven, gates wide open on 9/11
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
Climbing high on Jacob's Ladder, they would never return from the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
They climbed towards eternal fire, to a warrior's funeral pyre
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned towards the light of the fire (Repeat 4x)
Flames shining bright in the darkest of nights, as they turn towards the light of the fire
September skies blue as the airplanes they flew and they turn towards the light of the fire
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed higher and higher
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed into the fire............
© 2006 MacTallaMor
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I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds.....the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."
From General Douglas MacArthur's Farewell Speech
Given to the Corps of Cadets at West Point
May 12, 1962 |
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