Born only to fight
bred only to die,
I am in the arena
still wondering why?
I didn’t know there was a place
where hearts go to when they die,
I didn’t know that being a man
meant you are not supposed to cry.
I steal kisses while you are sleeping
give you a little hug and stroke your head,
I whisper some words like, I love you son
then leave you snuggled up in your bed.
Today would have been your birthday
So young and beautiful at twenty eight,
All your family sent cards and flowers
They won’t arrive, but they’ll never be late.