The Day You Died Poem by Thistle Wargul

The day you died,
All I did was cried,
And hated the one that killed you.
I didn’t know,
What I should do,
So I ran away, and hid!

Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way.
Even when,
All hope is gone,
I don’t know but sing your song.
Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way!

All the other men,
Just ran in fear,
They didn’t wait to save you.
How many more will die,
In this dreadful war,
That rages through our barren lands?

A bang from here,
A scream from there,
How could any God want this?
And all the streets,
Have turned bright red,
How could any man do this?

Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way.
Even when,
All hope is gone,
I don’t know but sing your song.
Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way!

A soldier ran over,
And dragged you out,
Of the rubble from the station.
Couldn’t any God,
Listen to my prayer,
Or did they just forget you?

A policeman gone,
The hope of protection,
Who had tried to make things better!
If just one man,
Had heard this song,
They might help us t stop this!

Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way.
Even when,
All hope is gone,
I don’t know but sing your song.
Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way!

The bombers and their masters,
They never know,
The men that they’ve killed!
Glory in Iraq?
How could there be glory in such dreadful terror?
Why do they smite the innocent?

Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way.
Even when,
All hope is gone,
I don’t know but sing your song.
Every night,
Every day,
I can’t help but see things your way!

Just one song,
Just one death,
Can change the world forever.

All I wanted was,
To love him forever!