I taste some saltiness in the air
Where laughter had once rung so fair.
They taste of bitterness and distraught
Of the fighters that, for once, had fought.
They shed blood for tears
As they struggled through their fears.
Wanderers, they had been
In search of light so pristine.
Long, they walked and walked
Far as it is, they never balked.
All they've shed, it never left
It couldn't be taken, even by theft.
Whatever was left, stayed;
Where they tread, it laid.
I taste their fears and their sorrows,
And their hope for a better tomorrow.