A few bones and teeth
are all I will be left with;
tomorrow, on your birthday, when I come to stir the ashes
of your funeral pyre.
Will you be watching me,
from a strange surreal sky?
For I will be looking for a sign,
through a tearful eye.
Walk we did together,
brothers in arms;
the battle we fought
none could understand.
Ahh time,
you win the game again;
you took away the hope...
you took away the pain.
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