The Sound of His Voice.
He left us all,Without a word,
Yet still today,
His voice is heard.
Take it for granted,
Or accept the truth,
Everyone must die,
Some in their youth.
He left behind,
His little girl,
What did he do,
Wrong in this world.
He treated us kindly,
As if we were brothers,
The only reason we weren't,
Is we had different mothers.
Some mock his death,
As if it is a joke,
Others sit crying,
With their young hearts broke.
We must move on,
We have no choice,
But we'll never forget,
The sound of his voice.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-02 at 22:05
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