Laid to rest
The burdens of battle and time run their course and he falls
In the charge of the angels
Through the veil over Jordan and home
Rise up and meet your father
Joyous at the return of his son
And the world and its troubles mean nothing
Only comfort and rest in his arms
What was left
A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he
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