The Soldier

They used to see him everyday
Walking down the beach
An old man with his memories
No friends or family.

They say he'd been a solider
And a hero from the war
A solitary man who lived alone.

And on the day he died
His medals were by his side
And a letter in his hand that said:

"I have always been a soldier
I have served my King and my Queen
Now I'm getting older
I can only dream.

When I make that final journey
I will turn my face to the sea
In this world of changes
Please remember me."

The paper ran a story on
This brave and humble man.

"There's no one here to mourn him
Can someone lend a hand?"
And on the day they brought him down
To the place where he would lie
There were thousands on the street
To say goodbye.

And many more would go
In the days and months ahead
To read these words in stone that said:

"I have always been a soldier
I have served my King and my Queen
Now I'm getting older
I can only dream
When I make that final journey
I will turn my face to the sea
In this world of changes
Please remember me.

In these world of changes
Please remember me."