Seven

Seven.

Before me seven came.

To give your Sum for an ideal is more than I can commit to.

I walk their path. I feel their footsteps, their weariness, their solemn determination.

Perhaps I can not live as they did, but I can honor their memory.

At night when it is still but sleep is nowhere to be found I think of those fallen. Those who would be heroes if only someone knew to sing their song. Tonight’s prayer is for all those whom have no song, no legend, no eternal memories but gave themselves without hesitation.