The Tear Drops Of Hero's 2 - Poem by Timothy Long
I can hear them falling from miles away, The tears were spilled by many, For it was a stormy April day, The soldiers weeped as the rain has come, Their muddy uniforms were clear with sorrow, Their ominious tears dropped with thundering views of horrible lives, with the deeds that they did, The dead have come to be buried while the survivers darkened souls shake to their core, Their nightmares haunt them, The drops are from thy face, not the rain, the dead are being lowered in the ground, Soldiers bowed for the fallen in spontaneous fashion, so throbbing vein of sadness finally popped as a great man came up and said, the heroes didn't die in vain, they have fought in hero spirit, and now we are left with tears in our eyes, and sorrow in our hearts, So now the life of holy spirits have been lifted to heaven instead of hell, So as my war is coming to an end, I said to the world today, this is where the teardrops of heroes was shed, The soldiers just clapped for their leader, Now he is tow for the memorial, when the rain had stopped and sun shined on the graves, the heroes are in God's hands now, may they rest in peace.
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