I have friends in better places
They've earned their own ways out of here.
Fighters who volunteered for hell
And killers who saved lives.
They stood for what they lived for and for that they died.
To protect and save and love their own
Not to mention yours and me and mine.
I loved them as my brothers
But they wouldn't stay with me here.
So with broken farewell they said goodbye
And I stand to count their loss.
Three headstones left as reminders
To those who miss them now
And I wonder if they can see us
Or the ones they left to save.
Does the little boy remember
Who carried him from the flames?
Is the woman's life now better
Since you put her abuser in his grave?
What does the soldier's family think
Since he is the one who came home?
My friends I hope you know
Just how much you gave them.
I hope that in better places
You're sharing a drink right now.
I won't mind if you start without me
You can put it on my tab.
Don't worry I won't rush to join,
But I can't wait to see you again.
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All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
