Lost Warriors

Sometimes the strongest fall first,
and the pain feels like a curse...
Facing life without their shield,
from all the world and the harm it yields...

We ask why them- why now- why ever?
and I guess it's because God is quite clever...
He knows they are strong enough to go before,
and wait for us at Heavens door...

So our beloved warriors go on ahead,
And  we have another day instead...
They'll often visit us in our dreams,
for a moment they're not gone it seems...

But we wake and its so bittersweet,
They're gone again in reality...
I know they're near us every day,
Our heroes can't stay away...

We keep thinking at any moment they'll walk through the door,
But in some cases they're closer than ever before...
Our heroes they come still when we call,
And like guardian angels, they're there when we fall...