He had never spoken of what they saw
He’d held it back- his emotions raw
Until this day when it came to pass
He found the name etched in the black glass.
Before that wall he found himself kneeling
Couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling
His ravaged soul opened up at last
As long-buried memories flooded out just from the past.
Black ink against the paper lined
On and on as he spoke his mind
Comrades-in-arms; friends ‘till the last
Pure golden letter on those pale brown grass…..
His tears spilled and on the paper fell
As he wrote it all down; describing their hell
Fevered and hard; the words came fast
Purging his soul as he relived their past
Black ink against the paper lined
On and on as he spoke his mind
Comrades-in-arms; friends ‘till the last
Pure golden letter on those pale brown grass…..
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