Untitle Man ii

A force so strong
it has spoken

Could it be the
the Winds of
tomorrow

Could it be the
Men of our
Sorrows

Maybe
The giver is telling us
you must go where most
have feared

Yet the known
is not a
given

So decision is
not choosen

Who knows
who’s son
Or
his
shine

To each have shined
Who’s face is in remembrance
It is not ours to say

Tears are to no avail
For strength is now our weakness
This is now our Achilles heel

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