The Voice We Echo.
When we die we turn to stone,
we rise and fall but not alone.
Our screams will drop and start to fade,
but never will it turn to shade.
You will echo your deaths own voice,
for there are those that have no choice.
So when you think you cannot cope,
keep there thoughts with love and hope.
We live in fear for those we care,
and curse at life and say its not fair.
Now heed these words,it serves thee well,
its for our kin,the brothers who fell.
Calm your mind,they passed for you,
so you can learn and start a new.
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