Thursday, 8 November 2012

Ultimate Sacrifice

A haunting look, shadows his eyes,
He doesn't see the summer skies.
He doesn't see the children play,
There are no words that he can say.
For like the darkness of the night,
They have taken away the burning light.
His soul destroyed his tears are dry,
There is nothing more for him to cry.
When night falls they haunt his dreams,
But no one is there to hear his screams.
Like forgotten memories they are cast aside,
Not wishing to know those who died.
But he shall not forget them they were his friends,
And he will remember them until the end.
So light a candle and remember the price,
These men for you, made the sacrifice!
© Jan Macleod

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