I did not get to see, before you left,
The terror in your eyes and fear
You hid from those who, here at home,
Were left to wonder how you were;
But guided by some unseen power,
Your bloody footsteps left an imprint
I could follow through the dark,
And I will come to guide you home
If I am bid to take your place
to carry freedom into brighter fields
Than those you fought, and promise
To protect the sacrifice you made.                                —Dennis Smith