My friend.
The friend of mine was not so good,
As big as I - the same.
But for my state, for brotherhood,
In heart was burning flame.
My friend was not so very bad,
I knew his mom and wife.
The only weapon he possessed, -
A pocket paper-knife.
My friend was not so very young,
When saw the face of death.
He stood in sands when wrong time banged
As string torn, stopped his breath.
My friend was not so very old,
He looks for us from height:
The same is sun, the same is world,
The same is grass and sky.
I thought of him, a lot of score,
I know – he took the chance
To kill Arabian damn, before
Begun its ugly dance.
His soul remained on Near East, -
For life, for love, for peace.
For rising sun and morning mist,
For baby’s, telling “cheese”.
For stars, that shines on our flag,
For hymn – that we can hear.
For us, - alive and coming back,
And still are living HERE.
Yours faithfully, - Gray,