Closed casket lids remind me of woven baskets
Filled with water to the brim
In the end nothing is held in except for the essence of what has been
Bright flowers I see remind me of the bright light you now fly in
Just as color as the flag you fought to protect until the very end
It waves now as to solute, for it feels you in the wind
Just as I do, we both honor you
Warrior of peace
Soldier of love
Live on in you rightful place in heaven
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Closed casket lids remind me of woven baskets
Filled with water to the brim
In the end nothing is held in except for the essence of what has been
Bright flowers I see remind me of the bright light you now fly in
Just as color as the flag you fought to protect until the very end
It waves now as to solute, for it feels you in the wind
Just as I do, we both honor you
Warrior of peace
Soldier of love
Live on in you rightful place in heaven
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