Most have heard or read
the animated anecdotes of the dead.
They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow -
- stories of life, of music, of love.
But all anecdotes end.
Few ever say or re-claim
the solemn stories of the slain.
The souls that sigh. The souls that seek -
- seek peace again
None ever hear or read
the terrible truths of some long ago deed.
They are hidden with lies and sealed in a grave -
- stories of death, of silence, of hate.
But all deeds have an end.
Had we ever stopped to think,
might we all share a bonding link?
A link that ties us all with love
- a love for all?
Just where does our future lie?
Without the past we cannot fly.