Our Wounded and lost

I remembered what you always said,
our wounded and lost, are wounded and lost no more.
They fought gallantly and won the war.
 Lonely and lost, we shouldn’t be,
their sacrifice and bravery set us free.
 
They travel with us each and everyday
and sometimes, they seem to help us find our way.
They’re not our shadows, silhouetted against a red brick wall,
they’re there when we’re walking straight, they’re there when we fall.
 
They’re in the azure skies as they cast their glow
they’re there when we’re searching for what we need to know.
 They never stand in opposition as we strive to find our way,
 as we cast the die in our lives, each and every day.
 
Sometimes, we wake and we think they have left us, simply gone.
But they never leave us, they always tag along.
Because no matter how scared we are to be left alone,
our hearts know the truth, it holds the key, not a tombstone.
An integral part of who and what we are,
steadfast guardians, they never wander far.
 
I can no longer reach out and touch you,
an ache searing through and through.
Your courage, your love, always on my heart and mind,
your unwillingness to leave a single one behind.
Because you’re with me, I’m never lost,
just a bit misplaced among the human race.

 I remembered what you always said
Our wounded and lost, are wounded and lost no more,
they fought gallantly and won the war.
 Lost and at odds, we must not be,
their sacrifice and bravery, the cost that keeps us free.