Life,
its own battle,
the empty can,
the endless rattle.
I find myself wandering through the graveyards of my mind,
embedded with the history of the heroes that I find.
In darkest hour,
and
deepest fear,
I search,
I find companions here.
A time my mortal soul can feel,
a time to harvest flesh with steel...
...and all time is now.
With heavy heart
I read your stone,
Soldier Boy,
Twenty One
and where has all your future gone.
This place I sit,
where lovers wept,
of parent\'s tears
and vigils kept,
a place where heroes never stepped.
and I forever in your debt.