written near the beginning of the war when one of the families in my town lost their marine son


Brother Angel

My brother is an angel
Watching over me
He left this world before his
time
In a land across the sea
He was a soldier in the war
Fighting in the sand
But now he is in God's army
In the Holy Land
My brother is an angel
He has his job to do
Protecting us from evil
Until we are angels too
Angels never have to sleep
They watch us night and day
Now that my brother is an angel
He'll watch over me as I play
At night when I am sleeping
He'll stand guard while I rest
To have my brother for an angel
Is better than the best
tdb

very good

That was beautiful my dear...nicely written.