Fallen Brother

How do we begin to mourn,
the hero that we came to know,
whose cape was His alone to show,
before his own was ripped and torn.

How do we begin to mourn...

With hearts made heavy,
dragged through the square,
in doubt and rage and love,
and above all the need to share.

To prove,
To explain...

The good that stood before the pain.

And now...
somehow...
to do it all again.

He was and will always be a friend.

My Brother to the very end.