I know everything, from beginning till end and even after that, for I can truly see.
I saw how soldiers scream as the flames melts away their flesh, or how they were decapitated from a 50 cal. round.
How soldiers suffer an agonizing death inside a Sherman tank during WWII.
How women and children suffer because of war and famine, how humans try and try until their very last breath, giving their blood for a cause they thought was their own.
I saw how my grandmother sang a very lovely song for her deceased husband who served in the US marines, so long ago; it was a song for the dead. I still feel how the song fills my heart with emotions so strong that I couldn't believe they exist.
I have come to love that song and came to make it as my own.
But one of these days, I know, I’m going to sing that song too, because that's all that I that I can do.
I have seen my death, shot in the head during a robbery in the bus, I saw how my fellow passengers was saved by a man, who traded his life for six bullets, he gave his only life so the rest will live. I admired that man, and as blood fills my skull, my consciousness slowly drifts toward the darkness and I hear that oh so sad and beautiful song.
"Our body crumbles like dust as our souls escape.
Taken away from our body, torn and raped
We have nowhere to go my beloved one
Our souls forever in the mist, lost and gone
You oh poor soul that has lost its way among the crowd,
A remnant of what once was, covered in shroud
Remember, what you once were and you will see
Remember where you are and you will truly see
Oh poor soul that stays lost among the crowd
Please remember so you will see behind the dark shroud.
So I sing this song to you, a beacon in the shroud
I hope you will hear my voice, in this dense blackness
So I sing this song to you so loud
So you may hear it, so you may not fade to nothingness."
I have seen his death countless times as I have seen mine, replaying in my head like a broken tape, and there's nothing I can do about it, no way around it for it was fate; yours and mine.
One week from tomorrow, we will see each other again, the man who gave up his life, and I will sing for him, the song that I came to love, the song of the dead, A song for the lost.
I saw what the world is truly is, and I hope my song will be a guiding light in this world of shadows, as I blink away.
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