My Friend
Killed by the hands of another, taken far too soon.Like a brother in our youth so many years ago, to young you had to go.
But no, taken you were taken by the whim of another, it didn't matter
that you were someones husband, son or brother
You now lie cold beneath the ground no more will you be around. Only a memory to be found, found in the corner of my mind.
But you will always have a place in my mind till the end of my own time,
when we all shall be together again, my brothers, my comrades, my
friends.
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