For his honor to define such a large 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
Flows through one’s own marrow and spine!
His fear had overwhelmed his mirror shine
Thoughts of loved ones, home, and cares
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 light leans on leaves on younger graves
If only he’d surrendered to the glorious pine
Or like his father’s watch he could just rewind
Erasing the color of his battlefield spine,
Now his longest life begins each day
On knee under moon, he begs and prays
For forgiveness and courage
To return to that day
He can never say…I’m sorry I quit
Under the blue moon silhouette
There lies no sun, no shine
Just an unforgettable memory
Encased in the sorrow of shrines
He Learned that dying is not the worst of death
But to live life with a chest full of his
Brothers spoken breath.
