remembering bibam

this is just one picture of you
oh! don't we both look so young?!
and youth buys its choices huh
we made ours

yours was a path where others await
the end of an old story
and perhaps, the start
of a new one
where they can be victors
that thought
in me, you inspired

some wounds never heal tho
not for a long time
and you knew
somewhere, somehow
you would shed your own
blood, if only for that hope
parched, others' have
died

i can not be sad
i know you have won
a battle, but remembering
makes me cry

no, it hasn't ended, maybe it wont
in my lifetime
but courage doesn't whither
i know that, now
someone who'd have your name
or the same dreams you had
takes the same path
that has your blood

wait for me? we could have a short chat
again, and if i'd have my chance
to witness, i'd tell you
how it was before
i, too, have gone