To be, or not
And in that lot not once to wonder what
And why and just wherefore. So stop
To breathe and in the presence of the past
Then look upon the days we thought would last
But voices once so loud not start to drop
And thoughts they turn to who, not why, nor when
We are, we were, we could have been, and then
We climb and conquer, proudly stand atop
And there we see who we could surely be
Afterwards 