Rise For The Fallen

Names carved in memory like tattoos on a soul. Brothers gone too early with stories

left untold. We laughed, we dreamed, we bled the same streets.

Now I walk alone carrying what they can't repeat. When I feel the weight,

I remember why I breathe. I rise for every one of them who

didn't get to lead. I rise for the fallen, stand for the

broken, speak for the voices whose words stay unspoken. Through every struggle,

through every calling, I carry their fire. I rise for the fallen.

Empty chairs at tables where we used to plan our life. Now I fight