Still the slumbering fog rolls upon your face, 
Unlike the trees as they bleed, behind the hidden bookcase, 
Filling up the spaces in my mind
I stand assertively to the side, with open palms gripping the hand of my wife
As they speak to me that our son is no longer alive
Letting go of a star whose brightness should of outlasted your own,
Leaves me with nothing but shear terror, of the unknown, 
Darkness can’t hold back the emotion in my mind, 
Lined up in a row, 
Being shot at 
One at a time
Just don’t let go
Just don’t let go
Thats all I ******* hear
Nothing but the voice of my son, ringing in my ear
I taught him how to steer
He used to sit on my lap, and shift all the gears
He went off to war, in less than a year
and now he’s gone, 
My heart is forever torn
I wish I could hold him again
Like the day he was born