The Harley’s thunder rumbles near
‘Tis the only sound that you can hear
An azure sea is standing still
As an emerald band marches o’er the hill
Silence stirs in broken hearts
On shoulders high the spirit departs
The ocean swells, white crests upon blue
Salutations for life’s champion begin to ensue
And now the Anthem of the Orphan plays again
For Heroes slain by hands of evil men
Where pipes and drums and trumpets moan
Heartache and sorrow are felt in drones
So tonight when you lay your babes to bed
Pray for those whose eyes are red
Eyes that weep all through the night
Eyes in search of their gallant knight
Pray for those whose hearts are broken
Who long to hear sweet words unspoken
Arms that yearn for that warm embrace
And a loving kiss placed upon their face
Lord; make us all instruments of your peace
Let us remember that life is a lease
And may we never have to hear this song again
No more Anthems for an Orphan played, Amen.
Christopher M. Kelly rev. 09/07/13