They have a grave for the unknown solider,
But the solder's grave whom I look for, I cannot find.
What solider is this you ask...
This solider like the rest left his family
the comforts of home, to keep you and I free.
What solider is this you ask...
This is my solider.
A letter in the mail not even a phone call
to say sorry...Miss...he was a good solider,
he did his job well.
No explanations that can console.
A solider gone above and beyond the call of duty,
to places where most soldiers dare not venture.
They cannot explain the crash, the high speed chase...
I wonder if the job was worth the price he paid.
From the lack of detail they provide I very much doubt
it was the accident they say...
Yet honors they have refused to give him.
Do those people know that he died for them that night?
no soldiers grave, nothing to send home
to those who miss him...
no final resting place for this young solider,
gone before his time.
he who always soared above the world
is no longer bound by laws of gravity
free to fly forever, and perhaps that is why...
it is only fitting that there stands on grave no memorial
Left forever to fly above the earth...
This is he, my beloved Bluejay,
my beautiful angel is disguise.
