The Cry of Goodbye
Date: Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 09:08:20 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: needledancing
Sometimes I think that life takes from us all the souls that could carry us,
Making us just stick soldiers walking to an unbeaten drum.
The courage of the march is remembering their song.
Only because we love them can we move our feet and hold our heads high.
We see their faces shining above us and we carry our flags high in tribute to who they were,
We can not touch or be one with them anymore and the mourning is done.
We walk and hold them in our hearts each and every day and take the action of earth moving forever on its axilating sphere.
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