Standing in front of the great wall,
you can hear the whispers among
the names printed there
We fought, were captured, died

These souls wander the wall,
hoping for the acknowledgement
of what it was all about

Does anyone know, anyone care
look at the faces that peer in,
marked with tears for those
they fought beside, became friends of,
mourning the only way they knew

They bring flowers, they bring rememberences,
they bring their hearts to weep

As they lean against this great wall
mourning their loss, something gently wipes
the tears, unseen but felt, a smile
crosses their face

Those within may have found their
answer, as their friends, family,
whispher back to the loved ones honored there

If it is within our power, we make
this solemn promise,to you, our long gone
but not forgotten, brave souls, that
never, ever again will there be,
another great black wall

08/06/2013

Posted on 08/07/2013
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