Tired of being angry
I try to laugh
To dream of happier times
Before our lives were filled with fear
Overstuffed with teary goodbyes
And nervous waiting
Even in a dream world
A cloud of sadness hangs low in the sky
Every glance brought visions of them
Loved ones who bravely fell into the arms
Of the angel of death
A pang of longing returns
The faces so clear
Memories so vivid
They were almost tangible
Strong emotions began to stir
Around every corner were faces of the past
Gone forever but never forgotten
Tired of being angry I drown out the news
Month after moth
A flag draped casket is seen
Surrounded by family and dear friends
This is not how life in America is supposed to be
It's hard to believe how easily some forget
The price so often paid to keep us free

thats nice

Yeah it is a pity....we have to sacrifice lives in order to save so many.

I could not have said it better.