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Why? Where is this abyss of sorrow nourishing?
The bottom of the barrel cleansed of trace,
Is it fear, or sadness compelling the emotion?
Or the worry of her forgetting his face?

An image she had grown to love, to admire.
The face built of courage, wisened past his years,
Is now starting to fall, exposing reality.
Why does it crack now will these such harmful tears?

All he wants, is the strength to not be forgotten.
He would die for her, just to prove for her he was strong.
The testament of love shall know no bounds,
For if he could...all his love would be written in her song.

Forget me not, dear sister so small.
I miss the house, the family, the feel of warmth.
I pray for welcome, both to where I go and have been,
For this love is the only weapon I can fight the storm.