Of what decay of decline must a man climb
For his honor to define such a loss of grace
Other sons felt heat from devastating defeat
Frozen forever erasing their battlement retreat
Annealed on the battlefield his back to the sun
Legs carrying him past the honorable ones
In prayers without answers he is overcome
Losing his shine in a frighten moment of time
Who can so assuredly judge a man’s bravery?
But through one’s own marrow and spine!
His fear had overwhelmed his mirror
Thoughts of love ones home on their shelves
An unforgettable life that suited him so well
But to go home now surely they’d all be dead
As boxes of pine align brave words being said
And burnt down suns of younger days
The dark leans on leaves on younger graves
If only he’d surrendered to the glorious pine
Or like his father’s watch he could rewind
Erasing the color of his battlefield spine
Now his longest life begins each day
On knee under moon he begs to pray
For forgiveness and courage
To return to that day
Is there anyway
He can ever say…I’m sorry?
Under the blue moon silhouette
There lies no sun, no shine
Just an unforgettable memory
Encased in the sorrow of time
He’s learned that dying may not be the worst death!