Asleep

And hence departs a soldier,
Who soldiered all his life,
The pipes have called,
The snow's been hushed,
The trumpets sound -
A final post of rest,
O' but the test,
Has come and gone,
A mark is all that's left,
No score,
No number,
But a mark,
And on this journey you embark,
It's beginning is with us still,

This life you gave,
In time and words,
Continues,
Ever to spur,
The ones who are yet to join you,

And on the wings of brolgas,
The light is clear and deep,
And in the morning the sun will rise,
Though some may stay asleep,