Memorial Day

The light doesn't hit your eyes anymore.
There is no sound from your voice.
Your hands won't ever grip mine again.
I wish your death wasn't a choice.

There a plaques that bare your name now.
With flowers there laid to rest.
With soldiers standing at a salute.
Just so every one will know, that you were the best of the best.

You aren't here to save anymore people.
And no one will see you on that stage.
I wish that I could still hear your voice.
But you will never get older with age.

For the rest of our lives we will miss you.
And I still cry for you when times are tough.
I wish you could see us all grown up.
But wishing isn't enough.