Standing there with a heavy heart,
I stared at the grave in front of me.
The surrounding air filled with sorrow.
I bow my head down,
Staring at the faded greens,
Crying silently in my heart,
Griefing with pain,
as I looked down.
Lying infront were the stones of men,
Sacrificing their lives for what they believe,
Doing what they do best,
Giving in everything they have
What they do is known to them
We might never understand it
How do we see it,
Doesnt matter,
As long as they see what they do is right,
Following their heart as they go.
Thou life has left
And no longer present,
But memories stays,
With every other things they left behind,
Keeping our hearts in one.
