<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Hear Voices...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from the graves, where names were carved in<br>stone, came a mournful Ballad, of life gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Ballad sang by mothers, whose children left behind, <br>and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what of Fathers Ballad, whose job was not complete, <br>who died and sang his song, of things that could not be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a smaller voices, still weeping and confused, the children<br>sang their Ballad, of parents never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in some far off place, a Ballad did come fourth, of all<br>the deaths that happened, that wasn't meant to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soldiers painful Ballad, did seemed so unjust, of the<br>war that finally killed him, in a land he never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ballad, of unknown, thou human, none the less, <br>were buried here alone, with not a one to care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the quiet of a cemetery morn, the Ballad of<br>the dead, echoes silently across green grass, <br>and through the granite stones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It makes one wonder, about the Ballad of the dead, <br>and what will be our song...when we are finally gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joe+Fazio">Joe Fazio</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557373" data-title="I Hear Voices... de Joe Fazio" data-description="And from the graves, where names were carved in stone, came a mournful Ballad, of life gone by. A Ballad sang by mothers, whose children left behind, and left to sing their ballads, of tears that did remain. And what of Fathers Ballad, whose jo..."></div> </div> </div>

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