PFC Cody

Tired eyes and a hurt body land on an even harder bed,

Your muscles ache with sadness and sorrow in your head,

Some call you a saint, a hero, a friend,

But we never thought we’d predict the end.

Your mother cries each night and day,

Remembering the fun times and the things you’d say,

We miss you and love you, we tell you each night,

At least I do, when I pray, spilling the emotions I must fight.

I see your picture and remember your face,

The world is hard without you in this place.

The hardest part, and I know it’s wrong;

People don’t care, until you’re gone.

They know you, see you, but don’t stop to notice,

It makes me so angry, so bad I can’t focus.

They didn’t even know you before,

So why are they acting like they know you more?

You see, I take it hard, people disappearing,

My heart stays heavy, constantly aching,

Reminding me everyday that you’re no longer here,

But I have to have hope, look past the fear.

I want to see you again, even if it’s briefly,

You worked so hard, and fought for this country.

But the chances of that I know are a zero,

For war takes the best, even my Hero.