THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

If I could hear your tears from under the ground...

The coffin holds the sound...

So much like the Story of Jesus I heard once or twice...

Where he lived and he died for me...

I wonder if he lived the same for the life of me...

​​​​I think if you were still here like the others who made it through...

You would be on this side of missing...

​​​​​​No one comes back the same...

Would you do it again?

Stand up for the ones who let you down?

Would you fight for us to live taking a chance with your own?

You did your best under draft or free will...

I was hoping a story could finally be written like this...

Hero's before their deaths mean so much...

We all put our weapons down no one wants to fight this mess...

In honor of you living and dead...

Many years returned some partly bodied and some not at all...

Some fought through it wheelchairs and all, smiles and pop a wheelies up and down the hall...

Some still stand with every tear that continues to fall...

The ending unfortunately goes something like this...

Greed and corruption at an all time high...

Everyday people are dying...

Guns, Drugs and Suicides...

Your effort to die and to save...

I am one living person who lives in this mess which never seems to clear...

You died for me and I just a stranger...

I hope this makes you feel better because I don't want you to feel you didn't do enough...

You remind me of a Story I heard about a Man named Jesus...

This story continues to go something like this...

Thank you for your service...

Hugs...

sparrowsong