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"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"


The Wake

I step into a solemn room, many people there
In silence I proceed and slip into a chair
In front of me the coffin, with the body shown
So we can offer our respects to this person we have known

Soft music drifts dreamily, perceived more then heard
While all those in attendance listen to the reverends word
Sadness and a sense of loss hangs heavy in the air
And sounds of sobs from loved ones come from everywhere

I feel my emotions rise, and know that I will cry
It will be very difficult for me to say goodbye
I've seen him grow from just a kid to the man that he became
But that time is now behind us since God has called his name

He's everybody's brother, husband, dad or son
He took a pledge to fight for me, and now that fight is done
It is so sad that one so young, life's cycle is complete
Just yesterday he was to me the kid just down the street

I approach the casket, and feel a sense of pride
That I'd had a chance to know this boy, who for me has died
He lies there in his uniform, medals on his chest
I whisper "job well done my son, now it's time to rest"

As I leave the funeral home, replete with heavy heart
My mind mourns all our children who have died doing their part
My thoughts turn to the ones that are still fighting yet today
Our father, keep them safe from harm til they come home I pray

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