My Fallen Brethren
I've done a lot of things
that'll chill you to the bone.
Ask all my former enemies,
whole lives portrayed on a single stone.
The only sign that they were loved,
withered flowers in a cone.
I just wish they knew I loved them
and that if they were still alive,
I'd give them all I own.
They are my fallen brethren;
I held them as their tears
ran down their cheeks.
I helped them all survive,
I made sure that they could eat.
I rocked them 'til their fears subsided
so that they could fine'ly sleep.
I still cry at night when I see all their faces,
as their blood pools at my feet.
It all replays in my mind at night,
in violent, scary dreams.
But in all the tragic endings,
I saw many a courageous feat.
And with their everlasting memory
the bonds of death they did cheat.
Forever in my heart and soul,
they really made me me.
I just hope they all forgive me
and feel as though I set them free.
So to all my fallen brethren
who lost their life to the unforgiving streets,
I hope you know I love you
and I pray you rest in peace.
I've done a lot of things
that'll chill you to the bone.
Ask all my fallen brethren,
whole lives written on a stone.
Buried 6FT under,
their deaths no longer can I condone.
I hope they know I loved them
and that if they were still alive,
I'd give them all I own.