Where Were You?

Where were you

when I lost my way?

Where were you

on that dreadful day?

I searched for you

You weren't to be found

I called your name

but not a sound

Where were you

when I lost my mind?

You were what I needed

but couldn't find

I looked for you

searched high and low

I wished for you

I hoped you would know

Where were you

when I lost my soul?

Where were you

when that bell began to toll?

I prayed that I could

find the hidden clue

the path, the return journey

to way to you

Where were you

when I lost my way?

Where were you

on that dreadful day?

I searched for you

I looked for you

I wished for you

I hoped for you

I prayed for you

But without a sound

you were nowhere to be found

As I lay crying...and dying

on this cold hard ground

This was inspired by a story I read about a soldier who talked about losing rather than finding his religion while serving in both Iraq and Afghanistan. He was speaking of it as relative to losing a limb or a sense and being no less of a loss for him but one he felt was permanent. As someone who is definitively spiritual but no longer religious, it was easy to get inside his head. Remember all those who have served or are serving our country this Memorial Day and especially remember that their wounds and scars may not always be ones you can see.