My Son
My son is gone,
I feel so withdrawn.
He was my last,
But now he has passed.
He was killed by the Vong,
Even though he was so strong.
He left behind a love so great,
Sadly I fear it was fate.
He was so brave,
But now our situation is so grave.
To many he was a hero,
No one though him zero.
To me he was my son,
And the battle has yet to be won.
Win or lose,
He will always be a muse.
We loved him much,
But never again can we touch.
Forever he is lost,
But I will always love him at any cost.