Tribute
21.APR.11
Rewritten for a fallen soldier
You said that you were going to rest for a month but until……
To you Elvis Cumberbatch
Death fear
On my bed I lie, unable to move, it seems that time is drawing near, and everyone is saying goodbye
Remembering the time we were young, things we used to do and say, places that we walked and stayed, and everything still seems like yesterday
How short, how quickly you went away, how quickly things changed
I cry out loud, trying to figure out the difference, was it good or was it bad? My judgment failed to produce penitence
My body there shocked with guilty fear, teard falling, I cry out loud with all my might, the power of words has gone
Elvett G. King