We know we are lucky to be alive.
We miss those comrades of yore.
But soon we will see them all once more.
We miss our pards who are gone
And we still are so forlorn
That they fell when so young
And from this life so quick flung.
They are gone to the Other Side
And in peace they now abide
Released from their pains of life
No more hate and no more strife.
Once foes they now are friends
And each day they make amends
For the ill will they bestowed
In those years of long ago.
They were courageous and true
To the life that they once knew.
Now they talk of mercy and love
That was shown them from above.
Those of us who are still down here
Must live a life that’s free from fear.
They look down on us each day
And tell us we should not be afraid.
A great celebration is waiting there
When to that realm we do repair
We’ll have no sorrows and no cares.
We’ll spend an eon of rejoicing there.
We’ll recount old times again
And we’ll greet all our dear friends
We’ll get to meet our heroes of old
And ask the questions from our souls.
Then we will be enlisted again
To serve in an army of friends
To provide for those still down here
Guidance that is free from mortal fear.
So we must not despair
They are looking out for us up there.
They know the fabric of life
And why we were the ones to survive.
All Materials © 2013 and Property of Vernon Dutton. No part of this may be copied or used without written consent of Dutton & Associates, LLC.