Whispers of the Fallen

Beneath the rustling autumn leaves,
Lie stories of the long departed.
Their whispers echo on the breeze,
Tales of lives once bravely started.

Lie stories of the long departed,
In hallowed ground, now soft with moss.
Tales of lives once bravely started,
Of triumphs gained and battles lost.

In hallowed ground, now soft with moss,
The fallen heroes gently sleep.
Of triumphs gained and battles lost,
Their memories we solemnly keep.

The fallen heroes gently sleep,
While time marches ever onward.
Their memories we solemnly keep,
In hearts and minds forever stored.

While time marches ever onward,
Their whispers echo on the breeze.
In hearts and minds forever stored,
Beneath the rustling autumn leaves.