In this world of hope and malice
we live upon the brave
the ones who would matter
but who we could not save.
We pray for them
every now and then
adorn their graves
make amends
but our life, will never know the truth
the reason of passion
the moment of proof
the reason they lay, ever so still
forgive the ones that we gave away
for the ones that stay wish the same.
time will pass, so ever still
know the brave
and pass on their will.
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