CONDOLENCES YET AGAIN.
An Angel stalks the battlefield,
His shield and sword in hand,
He does not seek the weak or scared,
He looks for those who'll stand
The strong, the brave, the fearless,
Not those who'll turn and run,
With a hand upon their shoulder,
He entices them to come
With their help he'll build an army,
No greater force you'll find,
And under his command,
They'll watch over all mankind
So weep not for the fallen,
Their courage carries on,
As long as we remember them,
They're never truly gone.
HOPE MY WORDS DO JUSTICE TO THOSE LOST.
Dark Angel