You can feel the echo of a hundred cries
With each good deed that went unspoken
One hundred promises remain unbroken
There’s a dark path that some good must follow
One hundred hard steps for a brighter tomorrow
A warrior walks down the shadow of death
The darkness creeps in and claims his last breath
The tomorrows are gone, they’ve been cast away
For the one hundred moments seized today
As the temple hits the ground, the spirit will rise
Taking to the creator, the message in his eyes
His humble heart joins the beat of the drum
The youthful memories will last, for years to come
Every step on that path that a warrior will walk
Is a breath in another’s life, for many will talk
A young warriors death is a hard lesson to be shared
Seek moral in his path, for his death he dared
Written By Charmaine Logan
In Loving Memory of Jason B.M. Logan
