Carved In Stone
Restless is the sleep,
inward we cry,
so many forsaken,
too many will die.
Triumphs give hope,
then reality sets in,
why, O why,
and when, O when.
Givers of freedom,
takers of time,
whether it be wrong,
whether it be right.
Memories will linger,
long after we are gone,
as another generation,
is carved in stone.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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