A

Folded flag

In a glass-covered

Small, simple wooden box

As

Carried along

On the long trip home

To the emptiness that is left

Is

Hope lost

Now that we know

How it ended far from home

A

Torn heart

Your head hung low

Tear-stricken face wet anew

A

Numb soul

That feels only pain

At the loss of your light

We

Find ourselves

Wondering at the world

Now that we don’t have you with us

You

Were our light

When the darkness

Crept into the brightness

How

Do we go on

Without your smile

And grace to pave the way

Now

All that’s

Left of you are the

Quickly fleeting memories and

A

Folded flag

In a glass-covered

Small, simple wooden box