• In Memory Of…

    He had a dream,
    A life so full of aspiration.

    He had a name.
    Do you remember what it was?

    He had a family,
    A little sister to protect.

    He had a girl,
    And a ring of promise just for her.

    He had his friends…
    They would never forget.

    His eyes were blue,
    a lit with life,
    his smile charming,
    and his words were honest.

    His parents had cried that night.

    He has a grave now.
    Six feet of soil,
    Wet from all their tears.

    He has a white cross,
    Along side the road,
    Adorned with flowers.

    And etched in black
    It reads:
    “In Memory Of…”

    -Pyromaniac-Rebel