Written by: Rekken Quickquill, the Rhymer
Date: Friday, July 14th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone
When one is lost
Asleep, never to wake
You remember what was
Celebrate a life lived
And mourn the loss of further joy
But how can you celebrate
A soul who never got to breathe
A life left unlived
Someone who never had a chance?
It is an empty hole indeed
Parents left begrieved
The fault of no one, and yet
We are all still left bereft
And I know not what to say
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 747 AF.
Written by: Rekken Quickquill, the Rhymer
Date: Friday, July 14th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone
When one is lost
Asleep, never to wake
You remember what was
Celebrate a life lived
And mourn the loss of further joy
But how can you celebrate
A soul who never got to breathe
A life left unlived
Someone who never had a chance?
It is an empty hole indeed
Parents left begrieved
The fault of no one, and yet
We are all still left bereft
And I know not what to say
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 747 AF.
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