along an uncetain path.
Voices of the dead,
echoing through my mind.
Faces of the departed,
haunting my dreams.
Sometimes I wonder,
who were they?
These people whose lives I took.
Did they have families?
Children to kiss goodnight,
Parents to tuck them in.
Brothers to play with,
Sisters to protect.
Did they have someone to love?
Did someone love them?
Why,
when I destroy evil,
do I have to destroy good as well.
What of the loved ones,
Did they cry for them?
Listen in vain,
for the footsteps that would never come,
the voice they would never hear,
the face they would never again see.
Sometimes I wonder,
these people I killed,
Who were they?