To All Who Have Died


As the waves wash over the shore

I think of you,

And in your greatest prime

You are a rose that grows upon a hill;

I love you so much

My tears wash over my face

And you are beautiful like the sun

That emerges from the east;

Does not my love grow upon a hill

With this instant rose?

So instantly I wonder

Where I'll be...

Your face is as beautiful as the east

For I rise above you

And give you strength;

Where am I upon a heaven

That is great?

For I live through you

And you live through me,

Please give me your tears

And we can make a river together;

We shall make it very far

In the end.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2024 00:07
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
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