On the seventh of February,
Seven stars fell from grace.
And the angels cried for seven days,
When they saved you from this place.
The duality of perfection, has never so clear,
Then on that tragic day,
When we lost what we hold dear.
I can still see your face, it is as clear as stone,
And I can feel your presence here, when I am alone.
If we could all be a little like you,
There would be nothing left for us.
For we would have everything, and
We would live for what we love.
You were a savior, for you saved so many lives.
And you were a martyr, because you defended until you died.
And you were a hero, because you did what we could not.
And you were a champion, and you will never be forgot.

By: Layne Clifton, Cousin of Jared
In honor of the seven who died on Feb. 07, 2007 in Iraq