As the six men dressed in navy uniforms walked down the aisle,
Carrying the American flag covered casket
Three pairs of white gloves holding up each side
Treading, slowly to the altar

They set the casket down and take a few steps back
By that time the priest is already up there saying a prayer
No one in the crowd even flinches
They have seen death so much, they are used to it


After the service is over, the soldiers line up
Two gun shots fire
The dead soldier is now being buried
The still-alive-but-barely soldiers leave in silence, one at a time

No matter what they see or what they do,
Death will be a part of the soldier’s lives and minds
Death will not get in the way of fighting for our freedom
No matter what, they will be in navy uniforms walking down the aisle,

Carrying the American flag covered
With their white gloves holding up each side of the casket
Treading, slowly to the altar
Not even flinching.