I know a few good men
Not part of the crowd
There to lend a hand
When no one is around
Standing tall
Not backing down
Not out to pick a fight
Just getting on with their job
Doing what is right
Considering the lowly
Answering the call
Working in the shadows
Lifting those that fall
Closer than a brother
Can be these merry men
The glue to our existence
Foundational
True gems
Hear today
We pass away
In the end
Will they rise
To their surprise
A few good men.