When I think of you
I think of the things you did
the things you went through
the day that someone said
what had come of you
the thought ran through my mind
but only for a moment
as I buried the thought deep inside
as you and I were the closest
you had been so many times before
too many to count on a single hand
I knew you loved what you died for
but even still I find it hard to understand
the reasons why we even go to war
the reasons why you are dead
dad