We'll eat our dinners in silence,
answer our own burning questions and ponder our dreams without opinion.
Brother-less and lonely, we'll tread stoically through the day.
We'll look for you in places that you won't be found
and desperately hope that you're watching over us,
from a so-called better place.
Someday a young child might look up to us
but soon she'll know too that all the heroes, cowboys and angels have long since disappeared.
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