He wore Angels Wings

He wore angels wings long before he died
He carried me through Basic
When I could no longer carry myself

He protected me from harm
As if I was his little brother
He listened when I needed to vent
As if he was my personal counselor
He prayed for me
As if he was my personal minister
Even when I couldn’t pray for myself

The day he was taken home
I heard an angel cry
Weeping his name
He was my brother
With a different last name
But my brother just the same

To this day I can no longer even think of his name
Without tears from heaven falling down
For he wore angels wings long before he died.