The Soldier
Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.  There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
    Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
    Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
    A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
      Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
    And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
      In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 2013, titled "The Soldier", by artist "Rupert Brooke".