He died a hero’s death and we all held him up on high
But what does it mean to us who now must get on by?
It could have been me instead so how do I make a call?
When someone is just like you and doesn’t survive the fall?
The guilt that plays on your mind sometimes gives you no peace
I suppose somehow you will handle the grief
So you go back to your duty still with these questions not answered
It’s just a way to cope with the survivor guilt leaving you somewhat stranded.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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