Commotion of Emotions

You will be missed. For all that you've taught, For all that you did. And for all that you would've done, If death hadn't taken your souls grip. The escape from bedlam, The courage to fight it back, The hope shattered to crumbs, You restored at the time we needed most. Against fundamental atrocities helped us triumph. But now your own words have failed you, Sadness and depression taken their toll. And into the wind you flew, Knowing your job's done; Knowing there's only emptiness, Watching the same old with nothing new. But your words will echo through our souls, For eternity and evermore to pick us - Up when we fall down and remind us of our goals. Your words will never die till we live, You are the saviour that helped patch or holes. Yet all that irks is, None could reach to you where you reached to all. Every word deep enough to dive for hours at this, And beyond all pain and sorrow I - Can only