To each.

so i say,

to those who would listen

i am only a memory,

nothing more.

so therefore i eclipse god as a notion.



whisper to your children, this

the lullaby of the fallen;

what are we?

and what is our existence?

we were glad to die,

so we're pleased to be of the fallen.



to each

that live,

it is our breath we miss.

to each

that sleep, i pray you never have to wake.

and to each

that dream......

well,you have our sympathies.





-Mason Allison