As we fade, what do we leave;

a place of freedom or a place to grieve.

A world that’s grown in its own light

or a battlefield; a world of fright.

A world of the joy that should be life

or buried in the pain and fear that’s rife.

Each one today, as we fade into the past

is the body of the shadow they’ve cast.

We stand here now and the choice is our own;

to create their end or show we’ve grown,

The youth of today – the shadow we bequeath

A bouquet of beauty or humanity’s wreath.