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Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
ThePoppiesStillBloom
Presence Through the Line
Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
LongJohnPaulBaldry
Presence Through the Line
Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day, heroes were called away. We flinched, but marched on, feeling the void… where they lay. Their presence lives on, it seems, nestled within hearts they've known. Listen closely— to their whispers lingering, even when the world feels alone. Stand tall, without guilt; allow your tears to flow. For their love in you has grown, and through your strength, their spirit carries on. The Weight We Carry We never paused to shed a tear for the fallen— oh, the pain! Names and resting places blur, lost in this endless, sorrowful rain. Perhaps… it's better this way. They've earned their peaceful rest. And yet, to the battlefield we return, our courage tested, our hearts carrying the weight again and again. Presence of the Fallen Lifeless we lay on the crimson earth, silence our only shroud. People came, took us away, their pleas for peace cried aloud. Our presence lives on, it seems, in those who bore us away. Their cries— a testament to the price we chose to pay. Where Silence Speaks Our bodies piled, our spirits ascended, reaching for the sky. Buried together, side by side, under stones that signify. Our presence lives on, it seems, in you, my love, and friends. Be brave… allow your tears to flow. Our love in you transcends. Voices in the Void Tomorrow’s dawn brings another’s end, the void grows ever wide. The thin khaki line deepens, as more men join the tide. Their presence lives on, it seems, within hearts they’ve known. Stand tall… allow your tears to flow. Their memories— forever your own. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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