Marching, Marching, Marching On

Slowly marching in the sky is an unseen army. 
They are the men and women who have died
For you and for me.
Have they suffered and died in vain? 
They keep marching, marching, marching
On, an endless army in a never-ending sky.
 
Wars have been fought since the beginning of
Time; but they never seem to bring lasting peace. 
We are told that we die but once, but the unseen
Army grows and grows like a moving cloud on
High.
Our young soldiers never grow older; their
Tender youth never matures.
I’m certain they wanted a future! 
Is this the price of peace and war?
 
Mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, wives 
And offspring--all have lost loved ones on 
Foreign soil.
And let’s not forget the blood that has been
Shed fighting on our own homeland shores.
Will the army in the sky continue marching 
Onward to another war?  
 
Wars never seem to cease; they are part of the
Past and a ghost in our future.
Our unseen army in the tear-filled sky
Continues growing and growing, and marching, 
Marching, marching on!
Will there ever be a lasting peace?