The Past
We remember the pain
we experience in many ways.
We remember the suffering
that burdens our souls many days.
We remember the lives lost
and forgotten when it rained.
These very lives
that could never be regained.
We pray and we grieve
'til we cry our hearts out.
Believing somehow
we'll hear the dead shout.
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