...Behind The Loss

I remember the rain Drenching from the blinds Making sound of silence, dripping outside... I remember the road of struggle And the thorns embracing our feet Saying songs of vengeance...revenge...revenge... I remember the armors, the hearts of no mercy The hands of swords...the masks of enemies remember the weeping wives from their soldier’s men Leaving home for wars...leaving families for peace I remember the cloudy skies Where everyone waits the rain Wash their bloody faces and soul quenches their spirits wounded thirst I remember the roofs where stars seen above Where moon shines dimly shy To hungry sleepless creatures below.. I remember a story that has a beginning...has an end It has traces and marks Of unwanted truths of faith The legend sometimes destroyed From the hands of creator but will they sleep for decades Century? Or millennium?