~Esther Mitchell, 2014~
I know you’re out there somewhere,
among the bleached white sentinels,
Another reminder of the cost of freedom,
Another symbol of the price of liberty.
While others hold you up as a symbol,
I scour every picture,
For just one hint, one little sign,
That points me back to you.
I promised us both I would find you,
someday very soon,
out there among the rows,
of sentries forever at attention,
unflinching in the heat, the rain, the snow.
You’re far more to me than just a fallen hero,
And I weep each time I fail to find your face among them,
I know you wait for me, out there,
You call for me,
And a promise still unfulfilled,
whispers in the night,
I swore you’d never be alone,
I’d stand there, by your side.
I promised I’d come talk to you,
Just like we always did,
And it scalds my soul to know,
I still don’t know which blank white face is yours.
I’ve made us both a promise,
I won’t rest until I know,
Until I’ve lain my head on the earth
there below the lifeless stone,
And found your face in the air above.
I haven’t found you again, just yet,
But I’m on my way,
And someday soon, my love,
I’ll finally find my way home to you.