Welcome to Theron's page.
Feel sad not for me brothers
As you form your trail so blue
Stand tall and proud as one allowed
To let my family through
They like you have come here
To see me on my way
So wipe your tears and dry your eyes
Your sadness fade away
Instead show them the pride they need
As over me they stand
For danger was our way of life
When others safety was at hand
Listen to the rifles
As they sing out loud as one
And even though they are meant for me
I salute you back each one
Listen to the music
Of TAPS as it now plays
For it marks I am still with you
But now in other ways
Forget me not my brothers
As I watch over you
And when your final bell has rung
I shall be back for you
Do not think that I have left you
For that is not the case you see
As now I hold a spot for you
And the good Lord waits with me.
Author: Douglas Q. Plew
