He Died A True Hero

He died a true hero but now that he is dead
He cannot hear the nice things of him said
Grieved by his friends, parents and his family
The friend, son and brother they will never more see
In his family there is none to take his place
And though his will remain as a remembered face
All is dark and quiet where he now does lay
For after rigor mortis there is only decay
His family are left for to shoulder their cross
And all of the gold in the World could not replace their loss
So many lives lost for a war to be won
And the parents are left for to grieve for their son
But he cannot return to them from the depths of his grave
And little of consolation to them that he did die brave.