Memories are ghosts

that sometimes fade...

Memories of pain

can make us afraid...

Memories of love

survive the cold grave...

And I remember all of

the love that they gave.

They were my friends

in the hardest of times...

They were my criminals -

Death was their crime...

They left me here

but my memories live on -

But someday I'll join them

when memories are gone.

- For: The Children -