Kylee B

Gone until the sun rises in the sky

Flying across saving many lives

Often we celebrate Fourth of July

Many of his dear comrades often die

I believe in his strong fighting spirit
Tends to fight more than one hundred percent
Everyday before he kicks the bucket
When far away we’re both very content

But I miss his presence every single day
Especially when it starts to get cold
When he is not here he sends a bouquet
One day no flowers so my world unfolds

Love is forever fleeting as the wind
But our love can never be defined