Today I write,
tomorrow I fight,
A goodbye will do,
then it will be to whom?
I guess to my aching heart,
the empty shell echoing of memories like lost
ark.
Good and bad,
out they fly away like bird,
to hide from a stormy weather.
Whether it come true
or tarnish to blue.
Today will end,
so will my breath.
Tomorrow will be,
truly without me.
Fallen but not forgotten.
Buried- memories will stay unrotten.
