Wednesday, 10 September 2014

My Fallen Hero


A light in our household is gone
A voice we loved is stilled
A place is vacant in our hearts
That can never be filled

A tree in our compound is fallen
There is now find a wide space
Our hearts are grieved deeply
Because it can never be replaced

A vibrant youth is no more
Incomplete now is our household
We heard his kind voice no more
But we know Heaven he is above

I will see his face someday
My good brother and my friend
Embracing him in my bosom, I’ll say
I love you forever with no end

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