To all of the Beloved Fallen

To the fire- fighters, the police officers, the para- medics, the office workers, the wives, the husbands, the children...to all of you beautiful angels that heard the call and woke up that morning and met the face of Almighty God. I love you, miss you and wish to God I was with you. You are blessed in the heart of us walking dead. I cry when I see you, I cry when I think of you, I cry and cry until tears are mere thoughts.

To all the passengers on the heavenly train that I have missed. Love me too, I'll be on the next one. I hear you calling me. I want to go home now. On this world I don't belong. I am tired of trying. Hold my hand heavenly ones, I hope you'll lead me. May my tears be my hope. Be there for me. I know you all are. There is love. I love you all, please remember that. Please don't forget me when I arrive. I forever thank you.

On another day c'mon c'mon
these ropes I tied can we do no wrong
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young
With my teeth locked down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone

Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young
Is it safe to say? (c'mon c'mon)
Was it right to leave? (c'mon c'mon)
Will I ever learn? (c'mon c'mon)
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)

As I make my way c'mon c'mon
These better nights that seem too long
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young

With my teeth locked down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young

Is it safe to say? (c'mon c'mon)
Was it right to leave? (c'mon c'mon)
Will I never learn? (c'mon c'mon)
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)

Is it safe to say? (c'mon c'mon)
Was it right to leave? (c'mon c'mon)
Will I never learn? (c'mon c'mon)
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)

And know this day these deepened wounds don't heal so fast
Can't hear me croon of a million lies that speak no truth
Of a time gone by that now is through

PS: I understand that the rank and file can't hear the call. You can't hear the heavenly chorus say "c'mon, c'mon". You can't. You are still alive. Just remember, there is much pain for those who can. A decade will NEVER be enough time. NEVER EVER EVER! A decade is a decade wasted wandering, worrying, wondering. We search for a healing that does not exist. We'll never find it. I know that now. We soon must answer the call. Answer it, and close our eyes and join those that went ahead. They went ahead to pave the way for us. Our heavenly brothers and sisters...those beautiful angels that went before. There is always a longing to see them, to be with them again. We just have to decide to do so.

We just have to decide.

Hobobob