They won’t admit it, but it is there.
It shows a drop and proves they care.
The flag passing by, the call of the Hymn,
Or at the memory of times that never grow dim.
Sometimes for one not personally known,
But for a brother in green for the faith he had shown.
One now seen at a last gathering of friends,
Showing that all born of man finally ends.
The pride in the honor, respect of the Corps,
He had given his all, there was no more.
The tears came slowly then, as they looked at the sky,
Or talked of the cold wind that blew on by.
Tough men, hard men, with stripes on their sleeves,
From the hurt inside from one who grieves.
Only a drop in the corner of the eye,
Another Marine departing Sir, Aye, Aye.

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