Mornings come
And evenings go
We lost a hero 8 months ago

Every night I'd watch the news,
But I never thought my brother
would be the next for our country to lose

A political war, a nation's hate
And you defending your country
Brought upon your terrible fate

In this fight for peace there are no winners
And while we kill off each other
We are all to blame—we are all sinners

More boys are still dying
And so many families are left crying
The flame of your memory will never go out
I think of you while I try to understand what this war's all about

I can't help but think that there's more I could've done
And all I have left are memories of laughter and fun

Don't ever think that I have forgot
It shall stay with me forever
That day you were shot

So with all my love I bid my goodbye
Till we meet again up above in the sky

Mornings still come,
And evenings still go
When I lost my dear brother 8 months ago

Copyright © 2002 Danielle. All rights reserved.

About the author: Danielle (bunnydani) I'm 17 years old. I was born in South Africa and moved to Israel 4 years ago. My brother, Steven was killed while serving in the Israeli army.