If you don't know, Arlington is Arlington national cemetery. It's the military cemetery in the USA. I wrote this because of a mom I met at Arlington.
A handful of pebbles on a white stone
A small American flag in the ground
Steady stands a young boy as he hugs his mom
As her tears fall down down down
He'll grow up without a dad,
But it'll just make him strong
Brave and wanting to do what's right
With a passion for justice that's lifelong
So he wore the uniform and he took up the gun
Determined to make his country proud
And off he went to war and he fought for his life
He fought for freedom til the day he was struck down
And once again, her tears soak the ground
As a mother cries for her son
He just wanted to be like his dad
And just like him, he ended up, here at Arlington
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