Berceuse

Cry, my little soldier, 
For what has been lost,
For what has never been gained,
Cry it out to set yourself free,

Never forget, my little soldier,
The tragedies that shaped you,
The mistakes that matured you,
Never forget what has hurt.

Love, my little soldier,
The friends you hold dear,
The family that holds you,
Drown out the sorrow with your love.

Embrace, my little soldier,
Pain and all its brethren,
Disease and all its chaos,
Embrace to let go.

March, my little soldier,
Proud of what you are,
Of the life you had lead,
March with your head turned high.

Now sleep, my little soldier,
Revive the memories you cherish,
Let go the restrictions of this world,
Sleep sound and rest for tomorrow.

M. L. Michael 
11·26·01

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