Tribute

21.APR.11

Rewritten for a fallen soldier

You said that you were going to rest for a month but until……

To you Elvis Cumberbatch

Death fear

On my bed I lie, unable to move, it seems that time is drawing near, and everyone is saying goodbye

Remembering the time we were young, things we used to do and say, places that we walked and stayed, and everything still seems like yesterday

How short, how quickly you went away, how quickly things changed

I cry out loud, trying to figure out the difference, was it good or was it bad? My judgment failed to produce penitence

My body there shocked with guilty fear, teard falling, I cry out loud with all my might, the power of words has gone

Elvett G. King