The Dealth of a Soldier

It's back that feeling of regret, that feeling like I wish I could go back, Or I wish I could have known then, It doesn't make much sense, But the 17 days of you in June or July - I'll probably never see you, And if I did I'd miss you so much more, Knowing I was seeing your form, your face - those eyes, that freckle, And I would know that you are but a ghost of that man who once rose to the challenge of me, The Hero armored wore a Target hat and a Metalica T, But the hero you call yourself now was the lesser of the two men, I can't even dream of where he had went, I wish he was kidnapped and hiding in the dark, Instead of being surpased and deminished because now the hope is lost, I've lost the only soldier I've ever known, I don't know where he is but if this prayer is loud enough to reach him, If just a sliver of him is left, if this is the last message that you hear - I'm missing my best-friend.