The Corner

The Song

“Mansions of our Lord,” from We Were Soldiers:

To fallen soldiers, let us sing,

Where no rockets fly or bullets wing

Our broken brothers let us bring

To the Mansions of the Lord

No more bleeding, no more fight

No prayers pleading through the night,

Just devine embrace, eternal light

In the Mansions of the Lord

Where no mothers cry and no children weep

We will stand and guard though the angels sleep

Through the ages safely keep

The Mansions of the Lord

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