Whispers of the Forgotten
In the echoes of time, where memories fade,
Lie the whispers of those, whose lives were unmade,
The forgotten souls, lost in history’s haze,
Their stories untold, their voices erased.
These whispers, they linger, in the corners of the mind,
Haunting remnants, of a past left behind,
They speak of dreams, that were shattered and torn,
And lives that were lost, in the tempests of scorn.
Some were dreamers, with hopes that soared high,
Others were warriors, who fought until they died,
Some were lovers, with hearts pure and true,
While others were outcasts, who never quite knew.
But all were forgotten, their legacies lost,
In the sands of time, where memories are tossed,
Their names no longer spoken, their faces unknown,
Their stories unwritten, their lives unshown.
Yet still they whisper, in the silence of the night,
Fragments of a past, that once burned so bright,
They call out to us, from beyond the veil,
Begging to be heard, to have their tale.
For in the whispers, of the forgotten and lost,
Lie the echoes of lives, that once paid the cost,
Of dreams that were shattered, and hopes that were crushed,
By the cruelty of fate, and the weight of the unjust.
So let us listen, to the whispers that call,
From the depths of the past, where the forgotten fall,
Let us hear their stories, and remember their names,
And give voice to the lives, that were lost in the flames.
For in remembering, we honor their lives,
We give meaning to the struggles, and the pain they survived,
We keep their memories alive, and their legacies strong,
And ensure that their whispers, will forever belong.
So let the whispers, of the forgotten be heard,
Let their stories be spoken, and their memories stirred,
Let us carry their torch, and keep their light burning,
And never forget, the lessons they’re teaching.
For in the end, we are all but a whisper in time,
A fleeting moment, in the vastness sublime,
But through remembrance, we can make our mark,
And ensure that our whispers, will forever embark.
So listen closely, to the whispers that call,
From the depths of the past, where the forgotten fall,
And remember the lives, that were lost and unmade,
For in their whispers, lie the echoes of our fate.
