The Good Die Young
The Good Die Young
Warriors of fate lost in the mist
Rising from death
Tragedies in the midst
Struggling with every breath
Enduring society's labels
Rebels to society's jackals
Fighting against lies and fables
Refusing to be placed in their shackles
Souls who had never given up hoping
Believing the possibilities
Wounded hearts left behind still coping
Realizing the vulnerabilities
Long gone in their physical form
Ashes left blowing in the wind
Many lost in a violent storm
Who were once a friend
Fearless heroes at their core
Courage through the fire
Dying for principles they had lived for
Amazing feats we still admire
Angels with broken wings
Roses with broken petals
Awaiting what the future brings
As their destiny settles
Never again to see the light of day
Many things left unsaid
Families left a stray
Victims to the lives they led
-TheFilmProphet