They wrote his name in stone today.
Rock carved out by metal.
I walked through his garden,
Inside his temporary halls.
Flowers spoke as men fell silent.
I sat and heard his name today.
In tones of desperation.
I walked with friends, his family.
And all us were hollow.
Words can do no justice.
They wrote his name in stone today.
And I will truelly miss him.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
They wrote his name in stone today.
Rock carved out by metal.
I walked through his garden,
Inside his temporary halls.
Flowers spoke as men fell silent.
I sat and heard his name today.
In tones of desperation.
I walked with friends, his family.
And all us were hollow.
Words can do no justice.
They wrote his name in stone today.
And I will truelly miss him.
