We will not soon mend the wound.
We stood shocked as we heard the squall.
All for one and none for the other.
Fate and choice. One lost a mother,
a brother lost us. We will not soon
mend the wound. We're not the same
since you left with our hearts and
our minds will not stop racing with
thoughts of your voice and all the
words that you said.
(for Ginny Solone & Malachi Ritscher)