When the fog rolls in,
You can hardly see your feet.
You have to be there to remember.
I think of those kids
Every day of my life.
Heroes can’t atone
For what is past.
You can’t undo time.
Growing old, I feel
Fate is always there
In the hope of each generation.
Some griefs can’t be shared.
We must bury our own.
Survival is never easy.
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