To My Dead Uncle
When we were little, future was what we had
growing up, they turned into dreams
flourishing inside of us were them all
The strength to build these dreams before us, we all have
you, DEAR UNCLE, had that strength
but the storm of life blew too hard
the war wagged so fierce
You DEAR UNCLE, a strong man, a gentle fellow and an angel to everyone
maybe those dreams you had weren't fully fulfilled
hope you will fulfill them in the life to come
Sleep on DEAR ONE...
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