By Leyi Sakhamo
Them, whose voice are lost;
Where void, their souls be.
They stray too far and woolly,
To whom do they belong?
Them, whose memories wane to time;
Where dusk, their shadow dim.
Their pieces in us fading each day,
To where do they belong?
Them, who grief the lost;
Where cold, their songs be.
Hush their days with echoes,
To what do they belong?