Taken away much too soon, deep sadness has not time to rest when etched upon a soul half-broken. D epression in a slumber , breaking down a lost and already injured soul, tired and alone. A great, dark, haunting tunnel, one that goes endlessly straight on like a party of soldiers marching on to war, death and destruction. Some soldiers in life whether young or old matters not nor their gender , they’ll sometimes return home with an unsettled mind, a calm mind and a happy life awaiting or not at all, in a wooden box perhaps. Rest assured death is the one common and sure thing to occur for and to all. Manner of death is somewhat irrelevant although the passing of a loved one hurts no less, we must pull out the bullet from our enemy and saving grace alike, which of course is time, each minute of our different but linked lives is important, special and one of a kind. We in turn no matter how many lives spent here have different sto...