Sunday, May 26, 2013
As Death sits beside, to impatiently wait
While his thoughts fly home to hug Mom and Dad,
And account to the question, “If only I had…”
His burning tears sting a path down his face
And drop to the ground to mark this place.
A place where devotion met sorrow and fear
The place where a soldier shed his last tear.
And now we pause to help soften this wrong,
And belove all the soldiers who've died alone.