Comments about Lloyd Harding
Our Fight And Loss
My sibling bond is severed, in the shadow of her fight,
This dual of good and evil, of the darkness and the light,
The ripples of her battle, will now never leave our lives, our family torn apart with such an awful mortal strife.
A soul so good and pure, just must prevail victor,
Verse such a vicious enemy and it's army of more and more,
Watching that good soul, succumb to their attack, so painful and so drawn, no sight will ever match.
Once what must be, has been, reflection starts to ache,
Sets in now a deep hurt, thats kept itself at bay,
Its only then...