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If we have nothing to die for
no pinnacle too high
then lets not wait for tomorrow
and shed any more tears to cry

to reply

we only say goodbye

for now
but welcome stories of memories ahead

his death is our life revived
his soul is in all of us instead

With events transpired

I do what i know how -

I write for this soul's peril

ironic, never one he read before now

perfect, the words have never been so clear

so right despite my bitter emotions in turn

I solemnly learn

to live a life earned
and even though I believe you are here with me now
I'll never befriend another like you here again

And as my heart soldiers
I grow older..
and wisdom breeds much remorse

for the young who physically are no more
but spiritually are more than ever
with them...we survive the endeavors together

hand in hand, soul to soul
these salts and sands of tangible life
mean nothing to those who feel the inner strife
of a love lost from such preventable cause

despite this woe

we all must know
that the ones who are no longer
are always with us;

the memories we share, the dreams we have
the ideas we possess, the life we live

Methods to cope and retain the hope
that we will always remember yesterday

with pride and joy

and we will never forget our loved ones

we will

never

forget

our loved ones