When your perfect little slice of joy takes its last breath
What will you say as you speak over their grave
When their life was taken so that yours could be saved
I’m not talking GOD or speaking about the religious hand
I’m talking someone equal to or maybe more than a friend
What if they gave theirs away so you could hold on to yours
What if on their face was a smile as they fell onto floor
What if you cried for 300 years
If you saw them would they be happy to see you in tears
We all cope with things that hurt us very bad
But the death of another tends to make us so very sad
Many of us were at war for so many years
And many of us died without shedding a tear
Even when some of us cried and moaned in pain
We laughed because we didn’t come close to falling in vain
When we get to the a gate, even if its not heaven or hell
We will stand 10ft tall and let out a big yell
Cause we are heroes standing proud and true
But most of all we died fighting not just for me but mainly for you
):<Please use my hands so that yours may never feel this pain> sad
