your soul was a whisper, blended with the air
a touch of gentle and softness
your whole life you fought for a right to stand
with your words and bravery out loud
the King does not have you right in front of Him
for you are miles and seas away
but your presence is a damning thing
that He could not help but crave
you stood in front of the golden gates
with your golden armor and your mighty rage
knowledge of the past, present, and future
but one man stood above all
your brain helpfully supply
with his kind smile and bloodied hands
you could not help but try
you fought with all your might
you fought with all your heart
you are merely a man, despite the gold armor
you may be blessed with knowledge
but you still fear your end
for you are merely a man under it all
you have written your final woe
with bloodied nose and aching head
your fingers tremble as they type
but in your mind, he remains
you thank avery for his existence
you thank him for his company
despite the short time you were with him
you have sworn to protect him
you left the world with him behind
with a final wish uttered from your lips
with all his might and sorrows
his sunken eyes and trembling knees
he continues to move and live
hoping that you would hear
"i pray that we'll find each other again
i pray that you are here"
though his words fell short
you hear him from wherever you are
with your golden armor and will
you whisper, "i will be there"
as you wait patiently for him