Rated: PG (just to be sure)
Summary: Any summary would give away what it's about. And it's short
Disclaimer: The usual.
This isn't exactly a poem, but I guess I could describe it as such.
suddenly had some inspiration and I wrote this fifteen minutes ago. It's
evening right now and I'm not thinking very clear, so please have some
understanding for grammar or spelling mistakes.
It has come. And now I stand in line. For what, no-one knows.
It's been my turn. I accept it. Will you?
I see faces of those I knever knew and will never know.
There are people in front of me, people behind me.
They walk in silence. The silence of a memory, the silence of a dream.
It will fade away as you try to grab it.
Yet, I try not to be silent. I will not fade away.
Help me to stay, help me not to fade. Will you? Will you remember me?
I follow the road. To where it leads, only God knows. But He is about
to show me.
Soon, I will know where those who went before me, have gone.
I will know. So will you. But it isn't your turn yet.
I hear you, see you, feel you. I know you think of me. I am thinking
The gunshots salute me.
I hear them from where I stand.
They say goodbye. So do I. So do you.
And one day it will be your turn.
When it comes I'll be there, waiting for you.
Until then. .
Help me not to fade.
And I will be there for you.
When it comes, I'll be there.
I always have been.
And I'll always be.