Thursday, March 06, 2008

Here I stand living his afterlife...






















He took the bullet while I was still alive
He lived my death so I could thrive,
Still awake I saw happiness and sorrow jive
They were far too late but they did arrive,
She loved him, she cried, she prayed but he could not revive
He plunged into oblivion and it was his deepest dive

When the one who made them all smile died nobody cried,
As he lived his death alone, there was no one to moan
For years he conquered their fears and wiped off their tears
But when he trembled and fell down, nobody dared, nobody cared
As he lied there alone smiling through his last
They had already forgotten him and their past
For all he left were smiles, no trace of tears for miles
Here I stand leading his afterlife...