HP

And so I stand weakly strong,
in front of those who have died for me.
And so I stand by those whom with who I belong,
those who bleed, those who sing with their last breath of air for humanity.

I see them: mother and father,
I brush my hand through the air, I cannot feel them.
"You are so courageous my boy, do not forget those who seek courage find victory", she murmured.
My father pointed at my heart and said," we will never leave, we will always be right here."
"always", she added.

And so I knew it was my turn to sacrifice something.
I walked with a steady paste, my legs were not shaking.
It is no chance to be a hero and watch those who you love die in front of you.
But to let people die for me, is not something I will do.

They understood, and as I walk to what seems as a never-ending dark,
I closed my eyes and felt the pointing finger of my father aiming at my heart.