I still search for you daily in the faces of others.
Hoping to recognize you in the glance or smirk of a stranger.
Though long dead Adam I still see you now and again. but then you disappear.
And I begin to search for you again
We hang your picture in the team room and I look at you along side the others before we go out each night. Part of me hopes you're there with us as we avenge you.
another part of me hopes you cant see it
That you never have to lay eyes on this forsaken land tainted with your blood
hope to see you soon...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem