The cost
J. Ireland
Take back the honour and the fame,
The victory we've won,
Take all the credit from my name,
If this can be undone --
Let him, my friend that used to be,
Somehow be given back to me.
Don't mock me with the pride of it,
The glory of his death,
I only know he sighed a bit --
I felt him catch his breath.
O God, if miracles can be,
May he be given back to me!