Not At Ease
He was not at ease…
To leave this world the
same--
As before he heard the
whisper
Of a voice that called
his name…
He was not at ease…
To live a life for
pleasure,
The whispers of his
heart,
Led him to a higher
measure.
No, he was not at ease…
To fade onto a shelf,
Fettered to an ego
dream,
Was just not in himself…
He was not at ease…
To simply turn his
cheek,
Inside his heart was
singing,
A song, not for the
meek.
No, he was not at ease…
And this world won't be
the same,
As before we heard his
voice,
And before we knew his
name…
For he was not at ease…
A song sang in his
blood,
It's still singing like
a river…
Unbridled as a flood!
For Pat Tillman
With love and respect,
©
Sharon Frye
Heroes Of The Heart
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