Bears Our Names! Poem by Eric Cockrell

sometimes i think
that those of us,
the old road warriors,
need to pack up and go...
go where we have to go,
do what we have to do,
give what we have to give...
to bring the change!

we have both seen,
and felt the wind.
have touched the fire,
have reached to the sky.
we have loved with a passion,
they dont even know...
the scars we wear,
are our own!

maybe if we make the sacrifice first,
it will bring courage,
bring hope, bring desire,
to those who havent yet lived.
and maybe we'll find the strength
in our own mistakes,
to move the mountain
that bears our names!