Ne'er more shall we see the clear blue sky.
Nor shall we see the grass so green.
A single sound is all we get now.
The sound of pipes for our souls do cry.
Hear the call to the great beyond.
At last to rest far from home.
For the last of us the brave and true.
Rembering thoughts now long gone.
Ne'er again shall we have to be so pained.
For now we go to heavens gate.
Honor guards of angels stand.
Our souls are clean and ne'er again stained.
Fear not wee ones we watch over ye' eternal.
From the heavens above forever.
Guardians of the true and gentle heart.
Fending your souls agaisnt the infernal.
Remember us behind a veil of tears.
Ne'er more shall we see the golden sun.
For now we have where its eternally spring.
Our souls beyond the pains and fears.
Weep ye not for our pities sake.
Pain and strife follow us not.
Suffering eternal is not fer us.
Steel your souls that it may ne'er break.
Brave souls like ours die one death.
The screams of terror belong not to us.
Shed no tears for that horrid sound.
That is the cowards shame in a breath.
Now remember us all in your deepest prayer.
Ne'er more shall we leave this place.
Our souls have homeward gone.
Ne'er more shall the weak face the dread slayer.
Soldiers on road to home are we.
Marching past those who have gone before.
Onward to the gates of heaven.
Smiling now for we are at last free.
A poem written while listening to Sgt. MacKenzie from the "We Were Soldiers" sound track. To get the full effect of the poem you should listen to the song while you read the poem.