--- “The Bugler’s Call” Verse 1 Sun ain’t up but the world’s awake, Coffee steam and a long hard day, Stars fade out as the morning calls, Stillness breaks when the first note falls. From barracks doors to open skies, That sound cuts clean, no alibis, It tells your heart, “Son, stand up tall,” Life starts now with the bugler’s call. Chorus From reveille to setting sun, That horn has said what must be done, It’s called us forward, held us strong, Taught us right from taught us wrong. Through dust and fire, through rise and fall, One clear note has said it all— When words run out, it still stands tall, That lonely truth… the bugler’s call. Verse 2 Out on the field we learned our place, Lines not straight but full of grace, Boots in rhythm, sweat and sand, Learning how to be a man. Assembly rings, the air stands still, Every note bends to God’s will, You don’t question, you don’t stall, You move in time with the bugler’s call. Chorus From reveille to setting sun, That horn has said what must be done, It’s called us forward, held us strong, Taught us right from taught us wrong. Through dust and fire, through rise and fall, One clear note has said it all— When words run out, it still stands tall, That lonely truth… the bugler’s call. Verse 3 On the battlefield the sound went out, Not with fear and not with doubt, Change came fast, no missed beat, Forward motion, no retreat. Only when the work was done, And the smoke gave way to sun, Did we hear that final call, That said, “Stand down… you gave your all.” Bridge But there’s a sound that breaks you slow, Lower than you ever go, Not a command, not a cry— Just a tear falling from the sky. Verse 4 By a quiet grave beneath old trees, A folded flag, a southern breeze, No orders left, no role to play, Just one last song to say goodbye. When that horn begins to weep, Even strong men can’t keep, The ache that hits us like a wall, When taps is played by the bugler’s call. Final Chorus From reveille to setting sun, From first salute till the final one, It’s marked our steps, it’s named our cost, Honored the found and mourned the lost. When heaven’s gates one day stand tall, I swear I’ll know that sound when it calls— A welcome home, no rank at all, Just peace at last… from the bugler’s call. Outro Yeah… peace at last… From the bugler’s call.
