The brave show up in unforeseen places
in and out of uniform, out of breath and
unfortunately, out of time, sometimes
out of sight, out of mind, as darkness
invades this world
In the getting sometimes you get no time
to reflect on the second where it all went
wrong, where they did you more harm
than good, brothers and sisters living life
to the fullest cry
We weep for you and the unfulfilled life
of what could have been, a life that shall
never come to pass this tragic moment
that found you face to face with your foes,
your friends, your fellowmen
It's all a dream it seems, and tomorrow
wouldn't be too late for you to walk through
the door and kiss your baby, stop by to see
your parents and grandparents or smile
when you see your brothers
Copyright © May 2006 Latorial Faison