Seeing you there
on that plush velvet bed
the thought I ca't bear
it can't be, you're dead?
No! It's not you!
but my tears tell me different
I collapse to the ground
and weep, my head bent.
That polished wood box
not where you belong
I lay here, mourning
they play a sad song.
The impossible happened
and now you're not here
the one we all loved
you, our most dear.
When they shipped you out
we worried, always
but it just took a bomb
to end your best days.
You wholly deserve
that Medal of Valor
but, with all you've done,
you deserve so much more.
The worst is what was
what we all fear
we "have you back"
you're home, but not here.