Cry for the Lost

Cry for the Lost 

They admired the bold

Envied the confidence 

Praised the ferocity

Wished for the same

Because they did not know

The price paid to gain it

Only those once dead

Can find life in every breath

Only those once enslaved

Can run every minute of free day 

Because this isn’t a fun run

This is escape from serpentine 

The purest sound of free 

Comes to those who lost

And fought for a return of 

The sound of music

Because we don’t cry for the 

Unknown but for the lost 

From tombstones turned over

And nails that clawed at death

This ferocity was born 

To return a heart to its bones

Because a life called mine

Is the life I envied most