Christopher Tiller

For many, forgotten underground

For others, remembrance can be found

With tended graves and prayers at night

For those who fought that world war fight

To give us freedom and our human rights

 

Lets not forget those buried out there

Who have no one to mourn or grave to share

For those not found and brought back home

Left in the dirt, unnamed, unknown

For those out there, who have no stone

Who’s bones lie hidden, all alone

 

 Chris Tiller