And all I can hear are voices

Calling!

That name in different tongues.

From the harsh to the soft,

The Irish, the Scot

Friends everyone.

And all I can see are faces

Staring!

Incredulent, amazed;

Known a year, some a week

The strong to the meek

Grief so inlaid.

And all I can sense is a mind that is

Crying!

Tears for a life that is lost.

And the pain that persists

For a chance that was missed,

Memory forever embossed.