Our Gallant Soldiers

sons of the golden soil

sons of the men

sons with our name

we sing your praise

on our shoulders we lay

your solemn remains 

broad chested men

whose guns still sound

on the way beyond

you we mourn

our dear loss:

you are gone

we share 

and 

we bear 

what we split: 

your grief

not alone to lift

to share 

is to care

to care 

is to be there

to be there 

 

in person 

in thoughts

in deeds

in words

in prayer

best at rest

beyond the worst

be at rest

 

* In honour of the 5 Ghanaian soldiers 

who lost their lives last year in peacekeeping

and the many others all over the world.