A Hero's Angel Tears

The true measure of sacrifice is not what someone is willing to do; it's what someone is willing to leave behind and the strength involved from all sides.

With dust in his lungs

Clutching a photo to his chest

Under a searing sun

He knows it’s not for none

 

A gaze to the sky

Fleeting memories fly by

Focusing on all good times

In the dust he still lies

 

On the grass there are tears

From the photo’s tiny eyes

Falling down on a man she’ll never know

Clutching a photo of her own

 

She’ll understand when she gets old

No answers now, just unknown

But those tears of an angel

Fell softly on a hero