watching the tearful eyes of those who’ve lost love,

watching you as you mourn the hair you cut,

walking the path of a dying soldier,

while you still look up to the sky dreaming of better days,

I can hear all the glory I have prayed for,

and I can remember all the nightmares of the night,

where I was hold by my heart,

and the poetry that escaped my touch,

I still remember,

I am pieces of me.