MUSIC FOR SALE

I found a folded flag at the second-hand store.
I couldn't imagine where it had been before.
I'm sure it was gently gifted
in a widow's hands before it was thrifted.
And I know I had to bring it home
even memories don't like to be alone.
I can almost hear that low trumpet play.
It stirs up pride to see it lay
at service where we all say our goodbyes
to watch soldiers salute the family with dry eyes.
The honor they place in each fold,
And extend this memory out to hold,
The careful corners laying now in hand.
That is why for our flag I'll always stand.
lost in thought , On I drived,
thinking of the family it survived.
If they knew this had been thrown out
to think it was deliberate, I had to doubt.
Because this isn't something that you buy.
It stands for gratitude for a soldier that flew high.
I can almost hear that low trumpet play.
It stirs up pride to see it lay
at service where we all say our goodbyes
to watch soldiers salute the family with dry eyes.
The honor they place in each fold,
And extend this memory out to hold,
The careful corners laying now in hand.
That is why for our flag I'll always stand.

She rests now upon the mantel
in a wooden case so dust will never settle.
On the other side's a brother she never met,
our own family vet.
So when I say I know her worth,
I had my own soldier that has left this earth.
I can almost hear that low trumpet play.
It stirs up pride to see it lay
at service where we all say our goodbyes
to watch soldiers salute the family with dry eyes.
The honor they place in each fold,
And extend this memory out to hold,
The careful corners laying now in hand.
That is why for our flag I'll always stand.

And I hope you Rest easy here my friend.