Over Arlington, the souls of Normandy, Bataan, and Leyte Gulf stand as another brother of their era is laid to rest. An age of extreme courage and bravery, Form up to taps as days of old, gather as the rites of a fallen hero begin. “Welcome home brother, your duty is done.”

The Dream We dream of being great, Greatness isn't the fame of men. A broken dream is never achieving fame. I stand and look back, and I see, I never was great like I hoped. I was just average.

The Skull—has a crown, a crown promised years ago, now makes atonement once and for all for mankind. “It is finished” seals the binding contract for sin. Three days hence, the tomb is bare. The priest, the Lamb of God, ascended. The Son of God, wounds still present, intercedes for us all.

I was never scared of dying No I was scared of living I was never scared until I made the promise to stay The promise wraps around me every time I try to go away The smiles and the laughs Everything happens so fast These steps feel like I’m walking on glass I close my eyes and count to three, but these feelings will always be Because I was never scared of dying I’m scared of living