Is this all that I have
to feed the brave?
Does this soup feel blessed
to fill the free,
the dirty faced,
the bloody kneed?
Those bayonets
with red-coats to shred,
and dash apart,
for each slice of bread.
They fight for me,
yet go unfed.
They'll die in the snow,
and upon the fields,
while rockets glow.
With their stomachs empty,
is this all that I have,
in a land of plenty?
May this star spangled
reveille the angels!
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll.
Their cheeks are pale,
their eyes are glossed.
You can see the war
has become their cross.
Is this lowly meal
all we have to toss
upon the altar of freedom,
to pay the cost?
So I shall make a blanket
to warm the youth,
the farmers,
the merchants,
the scattered troops.
I will sew it with stars
to guide their way home,
stitched on the blues
they wore to defend.
Bound to white stripes,
as white as the light
they may see in the end.
Combined with the bandages,
though deeply stained red,
a reminder to their children,
of what was bought by the dead.
May this star spangled
reveille the angels
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll
to feed the brave?
Does this soup feel blessed
to fill the free,
the dirty faced,
the bloody kneed?
Those bayonets
with red-coats to shred,
and dash apart,
for each slice of bread.
They fight for me,
yet go unfed.
They'll die in the snow,
and upon the fields,
while rockets glow.
With their stomachs empty,
is this all that I have,
in a land of plenty?
May this star spangled
reveille the angels!
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll.
Their cheeks are pale,
their eyes are glossed.
You can see the war
has become their cross.
Is this lowly meal
all we have to toss
upon the altar of freedom,
to pay the cost?
So I shall make a blanket
to warm the youth,
the farmers,
the merchants,
the scattered troops.
I will sew it with stars
to guide their way home,
stitched on the blues
they wore to defend.
Bound to white stripes,
as white as the light
they may see in the end.
Combined with the bandages,
though deeply stained red,
a reminder to their children,
of what was bought by the dead.
May this star spangled
reveille the angels
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll











