Standing still, frail and weak
Sobbing gently, heart's about to break
Above a cold and lonely grave
A mother torn apart, about to weep
Gone is the son she cherished most
Gone are the days spent in toast
Cheerful cheeks, sun kissed lips
Giving her that smile so sweet
How many souls succumb to this
How many lives spent in wait
Of nothingness and sheer emptiness
Of dark filled nights and dreadful days
Life is but a struggle these spirits found
Life is unmerciful where heartaches abound
This earth for them, nest full of hell
A planet lost where bad things dwell
Angel of mercy, angel of songs
Lord up above please help our souls
That when God's good grace starts to unfold
No one mistakes it as a masquerading bull...
Tomorrow is Memorial day, tomorrow is a sad and lonely day
Tomorrow we say our thanks to these young souls who paid the price
For this freedom that we enjoy daily as the sun in the east will rise...
I really thought that this is a sad poem but the truth is, it's funny at the very end and it's intended that way, laughs. Oh well. To counteract bad karma, that is...to people who think that the devil disguises itself as good, which I think otherwise. If you're bad, it shows all the way in all you think and in all the things that you do in this life...
