Mia Hill
MIA Hill
I’ve got an old flag that was folded for me
By a Captain, a Chaplin from the military
It was draped on a casket that held no remains
For nothing was found, we had only the names
And they put up a cross in the Ginkgo tree shade
On a hillside in Arlington especially made
For all of those soldiers that never returned
A final resting place so costly earned
And I see by the crosses up on MIA Hill
There were others before him and room for more still
Let’s bow our heads together and say a silent prayer
That there will be no other memories buried there
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