I saw a man who cried,
I asked of him who died.
The soldiers far away,
So the weeping man replied.
We honor them this day.

Do we mourn for just our own,
Or does one fallen foes bemoan?
They too found themselves a grave,
And no longer freely roam:
They who for their country gave.

Tell me not to bow my head,
And mourn just for our dead.
Let me weep my tears for all,
Those who followed, those who led;
And write upon honor's wall,
The names of all the dead.

I honor the dead,
Not in just a day,
But all the time,
In my own way.