Hero's in the Eyes of Fathers Son

August 1, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

I’ve been told so many times before,
but I didn’t believe till now.
Its always the calmest before the storm,
and the worlds always equaling out.
When I had the time to spend with my friends
I didn’t because time never stopped.
Always another day to play games again,
that was until the first brother dropped.
There is a light house in the harbor,
of my mind, kept way in the back.
All the memories that it shines upon,
once lost, are now coming back.
All the angels that I left behind,
and acquaintances that I have made
are nice to have around sometimes,
but can't compare to those that have stayed.
As the sun sets in the western sky
my tired soul shines on and on.
The light house burns in sacrifice
of what might soon be gone.
And when finally I burn out my light
this war torn ship will set its sails.
To join its brothers up in the sky
cause a good soul never fails.
Blood stained war is no new stranger
to the untouched land.
Plan on leaving no survivors
when the last one is at hand.
Liberty is born in ashes of a city
reduced to abstract sand.
And in the eyes of the angels
she’ll bring peace to man.
They say nice guys finish last,
and the good die young.
Combating cliché phrases
to sooth the soul till the fight is done.
Confused and bruised survivors
live to tell of wars they’ve won.
Good and bad both dead and gone
live on after the gun
as hero’s in the eyes of fathers son.