A million thoughts crossed the head,
as a million smiles faded.Thousands of faces-of those living and dead,
threw tired memories that time had created.
The words must be spoken or the thoughts stray, unwoven;
The feelings be felt and the the pride be knelt.
Let persons be either deplored or adored,
It's faith that needs to be restored.
Vent the anguish,
the happiness,
the anxiety,
the unease,
the complacence.
We welcome the variety.
