When Heroes Die
Bryan Davis
Or ships on foamy seas,
Parades of mourners doff their hats
Saluting golden deeds.
From those who freely stand
Unshackled by the hero’s touch
To live in freedom’s land.
So rarely hear our cheers;
Though sacrifice continues on
Throughout their golden years.
Their daughters they protect.
They build new heroes in their sons
To follow in their steps.
Our savior from above.
They honor, cherish, give their lives
A sacrifice of love.
From hither to beyond;
They merely fade from flesh to dust
And rise again at dawn.
This hero lives still now.
His heart resounds within my breast,
Reminding me of how
He pushed my shaky bike and then
Released me to the wind.
He picked me up and dried my eyes
And swabbed my bloody shin.
And wallow in their tears;
This heart I’ve gained has taught me how
To rise and conquer fears.
So cheer this soldier’s homeward march
Whose fragile shell grew old;
Now broken, gray, and motionless;
Now lifeless, dark, and cold.
But soldier heroes merely fade;
They rise when trumpets call.
A hero’s heart cannot be stilled
It beats within us all.
For sacrifice can never end;
It multiplies and thrives
‘Till trumpets sound that last shrill note
Concluding all our lives.
And then in triumph we’ll ascend
For finishing the course;
We’ll see the Hero Son of God,
The sacrificial source.
So now we bury but a shell,
Our hero’s aged cocoon;
We know from heartbeats in our breasts
We’ll see our hero soon.