Our protectors from the storm

Our protectors from the storm.

 

 

Come shed a tear, for our fallen sons.

Our friends; our children; our brothers in arms.

Our army of deceased heroes;

Our protectors in the storm.

 

 

Our love, our life, our hope and future,

Has been washed away

And for what reason we cannot decipher.

But we trust in the Lord, to take care of them all;

The one’s who made it back

And the one’s that had to fall.

The one’s who fought and won our war;

Our protectors in the storm.

 

 

So I wish upon this starry, starry night,

That God had not sent his angels into flight,

To retrieve the souls of the fallen;

The lives that were too short and stolen.

From us as dust is now to dust,

The ashes have blown away

And so now have our protectors from the storm.

 

 

Why Lord?  Why did they have to go?

Why Lord did you cause us all, so much sorrow?

Why Lord, why my son and not another?

Why Lord?  Why not me, instead of my brother?

 

 

He was a hero, I was a survivor;

I cannot protect my family, from the storm.

For this war has taken all our lives;

The ones who live, too are no more.

 

 

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